terryweide
Smarter Than I Look
Here's a piece of flash fiction, just for the heck of it. Terry
Who’s Your Daddy?
by Terry Weide
“Yes, my child, it’s true,” said the elderly lady with the beehive perm streaked by a white lightning bolt. “You are the son of Frankenstein, and I was his bride. We, who were created from corpses, were reviled as monsters by those around us. Eventually, that drove your father mad. He went berserk and destroyed a village. Still, don’t believe everything you see about us in the movies. We had some good times, too, before they drowned him in boiling mud.”
“So that’s why I never knew my father,” said Charles, the perfectly normal, good looking, all American accountant. “Anyway, happy birthday.” He handed her the bouquet of roses.
Who’s Your Daddy?
by Terry Weide
“Yes, my child, it’s true,” said the elderly lady with the beehive perm streaked by a white lightning bolt. “You are the son of Frankenstein, and I was his bride. We, who were created from corpses, were reviled as monsters by those around us. Eventually, that drove your father mad. He went berserk and destroyed a village. Still, don’t believe everything you see about us in the movies. We had some good times, too, before they drowned him in boiling mud.”
“So that’s why I never knew my father,” said Charles, the perfectly normal, good looking, all American accountant. “Anyway, happy birthday.” He handed her the bouquet of roses.
