Tuesday is when I tackle some Five Sentence Fiction. Feel free to take Lillie McFerrin’s challenge to write a five sentence story based on a single word prompt. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just used for direction. This week’s word is Ringing.
Quasimodo saw the advertisement and walked into the cathedral to apply for the job of bell ringer. “My tragic and misshaped fellow, how can you possibly contend that you are qualified for the job when you have no arms?” asked the Monsignor.
Quasi replied in a drooling, guttural drawl, “Oh, Father, but me have a thick skull and I can bong bell with me head.” The dimwit was true to his word and every hour he ran headlong into the bell striking out the time of day—9 o’clock, 10 o’clock, 11 o’clock—until noon rolled around when he knocked himself silly on the ninth chime, and with his ears still ringing he lost his balance, toppled ass-over-hunchback from the bell tower and plunged to his untimely death.
The Monsignor was summoned to identify the poor sod and as the priest bent over him he remarked, ‘Can’t place the name, but his face rings a bell.’”
It’s an old joke and I can’t take credit for the idea but I will take credit for the telling. I hope it brought a smile…
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