New York, NY - Curtis Wainwright, the main character in a short story by author wannabe, Paul Munn, stood on a ledge fifteen stories up on a frigid January morning, freezing his arse off because Munn hadn’t thought to make him put a coat on before going out onto the roof.
Contemplating the sidewalk far below, Wainwright opined that if he jumped right at the beginning of the story, then everyone would know how it would end, so where would the suspense be? Besides, when it gets really cold the concrete gets harder, so it’ll hurt more.
Munn attempted to explain that the story wasn’t so much about suspense, but rather revolved around the recent events that had brought Wainwright to this point juxtaposed with flashbacks to happier times in his childhood.
“Not much time for flashbacks,” observed Wainwright. “We’re only fifteen stories up.”
“That’s why it’s a short story,” replied Munn. “Also, I’ll end it before you actually reach the ground, so you won’t feel a thing. Promise.”
“I dunno,” said an unconvinced Wainwright. “I think I’d rather go back to dealing with the unspecified events that brought me to this point. What’d you say we revisit this when the weather warms up a bit.”
At press time, sources agreed that “opined” and “juxtaposed” were definitely good author words and professed to be puzzled by the string of rejection letters Munn had received in response to his previous attempts to get published.
Contemplating the sidewalk far below, Wainwright opined that if he jumped right at the beginning of the story, then everyone would know how it would end, so where would the suspense be? Besides, when it gets really cold the concrete gets harder, so it’ll hurt more.
Munn attempted to explain that the story wasn’t so much about suspense, but rather revolved around the recent events that had brought Wainwright to this point juxtaposed with flashbacks to happier times in his childhood.
“Not much time for flashbacks,” observed Wainwright. “We’re only fifteen stories up.”
“That’s why it’s a short story,” replied Munn. “Also, I’ll end it before you actually reach the ground, so you won’t feel a thing. Promise.”
“I dunno,” said an unconvinced Wainwright. “I think I’d rather go back to dealing with the unspecified events that brought me to this point. What’d you say we revisit this when the weather warms up a bit.”
At press time, sources agreed that “opined” and “juxtaposed” were definitely good author words and professed to be puzzled by the string of rejection letters Munn had received in response to his previous attempts to get published.
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