This week’s short story from my collection Upon The Ground is up at GreenSpotBlue (Here). This time it is a comedy entitled “The Duck.”
Here is the beginning of the story:
“Do you know what that is?” The Interviewer asked in his deep, rough, slow voice. He pointed at an object on his desk. I didn’t have the slightest idea what it was. Whatever it was it was bloody and very disgusting. I quickly thought back to all my classes on job placement and interviews. No… No… No…. None of them said anything about bloody objects. The only experience I had in college with bloody objects was when I dissected that frog in Biology 101, but that wouldn’t come back to haunt me now (would it?). I decided to be honest with the interviewer. “No, sir, I don’t.”
“That is my spleen,” he said. He sounded very proud.
“Why, that’s nice.” I made a mental note that this man had no spleen in his body. It sounded important at the time.
“So can you figure out why I have my spleen on display?”
My mind frantically jumped from thought to thought. Can there truly be a good answer for why a person has their spleen removed and placed on their desk? I decided to go with the honest answer. “No, I don’t, sir.”
By the look of disappointment on his face, I instantly knew I had given the wrong response. “Because,” he said making sure to emphasis every syllable. “I want my clients to know that I am hiding nothing from them.” He waved his hands in front of his suit. “This is what I have on the outside.” He pointed at the spleen. “And this is what I have inside.” He made sure to make eye contact with me. “I am an open book.”
If you would like to read the rest of the story, please visit GreenSpotBlue here.
Thanks for reading!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…ouch, that’s going to hurt.