by George LaCas
Godot showed up, a German or Scandinavian man with white hair and a bone-crusher handshake. Pleasantries, small talk, but the canapés were ruined. And I find that after the waiting, there is but waiting for more waiting, a non-anticipation, angst-fraught. For now, all I can do is wait for Godot to leave. So I wait.
3
favs |
1497 views
9 comments |
59 words
All rights reserved. |
another 55 word story
Like Belushi, in the guest who wouldn't leave sketch.
What's Godot's favorite album? Put it on!
more white
space yet/otherwise
perfect or not
"angst/fraught"? Does Lucky or Pozzo or the otherone know about this about them? Should this work color in that space?
Still, star.
Great title. Waiting for Godot to leave is a funny idea.
Somewhere in the subtext is a waity theme.
Very funny - the canapés were ruined. That's the thing with waiting too long, the resentment for the spoiling.
I'd always pictured Godot as short swarthy and fish-handed. Shows what I knew.
Let the dog lick the plates and put them in the cupboard. That'll get him to leave... *
Good one.
nice Godot, go wait ha!