Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Richie died of a heart attack.
He got into an argument over a parking space. 5 minutes later, he was dead.
He was one of those crusader types. If he felt something was wrong, he would stand his ground… and scream at everyone.
I went to dinner with Richie and one of his girlfriends, one time. He ordered a vodka martini. When it arrived, he didn’t like it. He called the waiter over and complained. The waiter obviously offered to bring him a new vodka martini, but Richie decided to drink the thing, anyway, and complain for the whole dinner.
When the check arrived, he demanded to know why he’d been charged for a vodka martini he didn’t like.
The manager came out after a few minutes, and it was clear that he was going to call the police if Richie didn’t calm down. Richie tried shouting a variety of arguments at anyone who would listen, my favorite being that he drank the martini as a favor to the restaurant so they wouldn’t have to pour out the vodka.
Incredibly, the house didn’t give Richie a refund. Even more incredibly, Richie showed up after the place closed and tried to shake his change out of a dishwasher who couldn’t speak English.
Some guy grabbed his spot. Richie couldn’t let that slide. Never. Ever. So he died of a heart attack in a Whole Foods parking lot at 4 o’clock in the afternoon.