Short Stories to Entertain

Go down the side of my yard and you'd see a big old wooden barn covered with planks six inches wide and one inch thick with a clay tile roof. The lean? That was not due to the man slouching there, it was more to do with worm, rotten nails and weak, damp timber. He was a n older guy with a thinning grey top hanging out from beneath an old trilby and a suit that, unless his fortunes had changed during the intervening years, I suspected was his only possession.   I knew him, the man, just about the slackest guy you’d ever meet. The last time I’d seen him was way back working with the trench diggers. A guy whose idea of helping was to hold your coat and kick dust for an hour before saying his legs ached. That’s where I’d seen him, next to a trench, leaning on a shovel waiting for someone to pass him a coat to hold. His boots were already dusty. He saw me and smiled. I saw and ignored him.   Now here he was walking into my office where I knew he’d be asking for a job and ...

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  The day a highly disheveled and ridiculous looking Henry Snook first thought he might be a comedian was the day he stood in the dock waiting to be sentenced. Those had been the judge’s words after all. Standing in a strangely lopsided way the pink six-inch stiletto, so pink it would send shocking spiraling into space, was so small it screwed up his right foot in a painful ball. Obviously on the wrong foot and pointing outwards, the right footed calf length, hand tooled leather, cowboy boot, with two-inch heel, on his left foot, was absurdly floppy being made for a giant that he hoped he would never meet again. Both were brand new. The four inch discrepancy between the height of his right and left feet was obviously the cause of his asymmetrical stance. All the evidence had been heard and the testimony of those involved including the blond salesgirl , the giant, the giant’s wife, the Car Lot owner, the patrolman , the custody sergeant and the owner of the steer had been noted...

I thought about it as I climbed the stairs to the smart guy’s office. In fact, I’d thought about it a lot during the last ten years and one word always came to mind: invisibility. There was no doubt about it, I was invisible . A word with the literal meaning - unable to be seen and that was me for sure because no one noticed me even though I was there all the time. I was there every single minute of every single day I was supposed to be there and without a break; I was never sick. Anyway, that’s what I told the man when he asked, that I felt invisible.