Hey, Famine? Death here. Got your diary? What about the 17th?
No, it’s weight watchers on Tuesdays. Next Friday?
Darn! Forgot Plague is off sick until next month.
What about War?
Her diary’s always full. She’s usually out somewhere, dressed to kill.
Lord, looks like we’ll have to postpone. Again.
Viv Burgess got this idea from the usual 80-email marathons trying to arrange a date to meet with three other women friends.
Loved this story. The comedic layering is fantastic.
Thank you, Jason. That is such a nice thing to say. Made my day!
Very inventive! And I too love the layering.
I don’t normally comment unless I love a story. Hysterically funny–reminds me of some of Woody Allen’s early comedic fiction–(“Side Effects”, “Without Feathers,” etc). I loved it.
I know this was published years ago but hope my comment reaches you anyway: Thank you, sincerely and very much. This story made me laugh -I literally lol’d- despite this being day two of detoxing from (my prescribed) morphine (with all of the agony that implies). The brief reprieve from sobbing is so very much appreciated.
Thank you.