Elvis Has Left the Building (A Furry Tale)
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bryanthomasIn my spare time I juggle fog.
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Elvis Has Left the Building (A Furry Tale)

by bryanthomas

"Elvis is dead," said 8-year-old Emily. "Elvis died years ago," her father replied.

"Not your Elvis, 'my' Elvis." "Oh, your chinchilla."

"You never liked him, did you, Daddy?" "I'm not overly fond of pets that shit their own body weight on an hourly basis."

Emily ran out of the room.

That afternoon, family and friends were gathered around a rodent-sized hole in the garden.

Pallbearers Lucy, nine, and Cressida, seven, lowered Elvis into the hole. "Hubs, would you like to say something 'nice' about Elvis?"

Dave ignored his wife's shark eyes. "Elvis... he came, he saw, he shat."

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10 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Many thanks once again, bernard. Thankfully, I find dialogue reasonably easy to write, it's the other stuff that I struggle with!

bernardtwindwilGifted WriterGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
You always make my cynical day. I loved this one. You are a incredible story nteller. The dialogue is ingenious. Great job!!!