Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Damn, I Sure Hope The Desk Works!
"I really like that desk," said the customer to Tom, who worked the Fifth Street shop on Thursdays.
"Yes, it's one of our finest antiques, sir," Tom replied.
"Y'know, I feel like just sitting at the desk would help me to write better."
"Now, sir" laughed Tom, "the desk comes with no guarantee that you'll write better."
"Well, who knows? I'll take it."
"As you wish, sir," said Tom, quite pleased to have made the sale and earned a small commission.
"You know my name is Tom too," said the man. "Now lemme give it a try: "When in the course of human peoples doing all kinds of neat stuff, it becomes cool for them to boot out the king .... damn, I sure hope the desk works!"
Apparently the desk worked.
Of course, the other Friday Fictioneers need no such desk other than as the subject of their stories, which are available by clicking here.
Let's just re-title this story "A Tale of Two Toms."