Fimbly Fumbly Foo Foo

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.

The kid with the broken jaw. Had invited a musician to stay with him. At his apartment. With his girlfriend, too. The kid’s girlfriend. Not the musician’s.

The musician was wanted by the police. For many things. That was part of his allure. An outlaw. A rogue. A rascal. An honest man in a world of hypocrites. Misunderstood.

The stayed up late, that night. The kid with the broken jaw and his girlfriend and the musician. The musician was witty and delightful and, despite never having finished high school, very well read. They drank bourbon the kid with the broken jaw had purchased just for the occasion.

The next day, the musician declined to travel with his band to their next show, which was in Maine. He elected, instead, to stay with the kid with the broken jaw and his girlfriend. He asked about bourbon several times. Before noon. The kid with the broken jaw bought two bottles.

The musician wandered around the house, singing to himself and speaking into a mobile telephone. He eventually put on some pants. In exchange, seemingly, he took off his shirt.

Very late that night, the band arrived at the kid with the broken jaw’s apartment. Their show had been cancelled. The musician, who was somewhat famous in certain circles, had not showed up.

That night, the kid became the kid with the broken jaw.

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