Mr Splish Splosh and the Silly People
Copyright by Dave Lassut 2011
Published by Wonky Books at Smashwords
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Important note: Don’t forget to laugh.
EPUB ISBN: 978-1-908796-04-2
EBOOK ISBN: 978-1-908796-05-9
Please don’t forget to laugh
The breeze from the sea blew just ‘gently’ in his face. It was Saturday, and Marcus Jones was really, really fed up. He’d lost his business, and with it his wife, who, when she realised what had happened to Marcus’s successful software company (he designed computer games), had upped and left with a man who owned a debt collection company, who could easily maintain the style to which she had become accustomed. He sighed, lowered his head into his hands, and cried.
The sea breeze continued to blow.
Weather wise it wasn’t a bad day and the sea was just a little choppy. A few fishermen stood with their rods, in a line along the tide’s edge, about 200 yards from each other, and a young boy and his dad tried to get a kite in the air. That made in total, several happy people and one sat at the top of pebbled beach the on the grassy bank, who was ready to top himself. The usual low vibration despair thoughts went through his head ‘why me?!’, ‘that bitch!’ ‘That bastard!’ ‘What am I going to do now? I’ve lost everything!’ ‘God, you bastard! What did I ever do wrong to anybody to deserve this?!’ ‘My life’s over!’ The man felt like some revenge, which lay there like icing on top of the hatred; not just for his ex, but for the cruel world in general... etc. God didn’t reply to such a request of course; but then ‘it’ did ... or did it?
Probably.
Marcus lifted his head that quickly from his hands, he nearly gave himself whiplash. An idea had whizzed into his mind so lightning fast he heard the whoosh! It was like getting hit in the face by a baseball bat, minus the pain of course. It was that powerful and intoxicating a notion that the fishermen and the kite flyer and everything else faded into obscurity and the idea took bright visual priority. The sea just carried on innocently going ‘splish splosh’, and all the sea creatures everywhere carried on as normal. As it, and they, always had.