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.
I can remember when my uncle met Riddick Bowe, who was heavyweight champ of the world at the time. My uncle was going back to the hotel room to get my other uncle’s cocaine.
I sat in the lobby, waiting for him to return.
He ran into an elevator with a very large, very well-dressed African American gentleman. The man clearly did not know my uncle, but he seemed to take an instant dislike to him.
My uncle sneezed one of his explosive cocaine sneezes.
Instead of saying, “Bless you,” Riddick Bowe instead shouted “Nobody sneezes on the heavyweight champ!”
The last thing I saw in the instant before the elevator doors closed was Riddick Bowe pressing his enormous hands on the top of my uncle’s head.
I started living with my aunt, soon after.