Petulant Child

My mother tells me my middle name should be misfortunate. She blames it on my being born on Friday the 13th, sliding into the world feet first, causing her intense pain, which she still remarks on today.

”AS IF ITS MY FAULT I DIDN’T ASK TO BE BORN”

I had the misfortune to have very curly brown hair and green eyes, unlike the rest of my family. Mother is still convinced that I was swapped at birth.

”SURELY SHE CAN’T BE SERIOUS!”

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The Misfortune Business

Lucifer stands on stage at the Ba'al Ze Club

Audio Reading of “The Misfortune Business”.

“Hey everybody, welcome to the Ba’al Ze Club,” Lucifer stood centre stage, immaculate in a red top hat and tails, his hands raised in greeting. “Hades’ favourite nightspot for all you tortured souls.”

He went on: “Tonight we have a fantastic lineup for you, but first I want to give a big satanic greeting to our star-studded audience. Can I have a spotlight, please guys?”

A spotlight panned around the audience, stopping at a table near the stage.

“Nixon is in the house, ladies and gentlemen,” Lucifer roared. “Let’s give a gigantic hand for Tricky Dicky, who is joined tonight by one of our recent arrivals… Henry KISSINGER.”

Kissinger looked nonplussed, sputtering, “But I got the Nobel Peace Prize.”

“Sure, you did, Henry,” Lucifer laughed, “But if you look behind you, we have Alfred Nobel, the famous humanist and weapons manufacturer. We love a bit of hypocrisy in hell.”

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