So, Mort Alexander lived in a Tudor mansion in the heart of Beverly Hills. This oughta be good.
I approached the booth and he started to get up. I waved him off and sat down across from him.
"Mort Alexander?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Okay, Mr. Alexander. What's it all about?"
He exhaled, softly saying, "Where do I even begin?"
"The beginning is always the best place, Mr. Alexander."
Another nod.
"I married my wife Deborah when I was nineteen and she was 36. I'm now 28 and she's 45. And I don't like being married to an old woman."
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Wow... the last two lines... such economy of setup. You laid it all out just like that, so neat. What a great premise. I’m sure there’ll be a load of scrapes coming too along the way. Looking forward to my breakfast reading.👍
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, Neville. Drabbles definitely hone your brevity skills.
Christopher almost 5 years ago
I think as we go along you'll find Mort isn't very bright at all.