The small ceiling fan pulled the smoke from his Havana up, creating a cloud over Evil Editor’s head. He didn’t bother to look up from his work. He was only on his third rubber stamp of the day and he had an entire slush pile he wanted to reject before he had his evening wine. “So, you want me to represent your book?”
The raggedy little man fawned before him. “Oh, yes! Your wizardness. I mean, your worshipness. I mean, your editorness.”
“You’ve done everything wrong. Why, it isn’t even typed! What’s the matter with you? Haven’t you got any brains?”
“Well, that’s the problem. I need brains. If I could publish my book, I could buy some.”
“What for? What would you do with a brain if you had one?”
The little man began to wax dramatic. “Do? Why, I’d while away…”
“Hold it! Stop. Stop! STOP! None of that.”
“But I won't try to manage things.”
Evil Editor considered. He knew how to get rid of this bag of bovine fodder. “Maybe there is one way.”
“I’ll do it. I’m not afraid of anything. Uh, except a lighted match.”
“Ha. We’ll see about that. If you want me to represent your book you’re going to have to bring me Grisham’s WIP.”
“His WIP?”
“Yes. Bring me the WIP and I’ll grant you your request.”
“But won’t I have to – kill him?”
“Not so dumb after all, are you? Now beat it! Oh, and here’s a little present for you.”
He tossed his Havana at the raggedy man, who immediately began to panic.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
Suddenly, in rushed a strange little girl.
“Why you horrible old man!”
“Who in the hell are you? Wait! Don’t throw that water! Ahh! I’m melting. I’m melting. Oh, what a world. Why couldn't it have been wine?”
--Bevie
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4 comments:
It only took you one line of dialogue to capture Dorothy. Nice.
AW, this is so cute. I feel all warm & fuzzy inside. Good stuff.
Good one! I was thinking of doing the Lion, but I went for the cricket instead. Really liked the give and take regarding the brains! Funny!
Meri
Great play on the original plot, I liked this a lot!
Rhyme unintended.
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