“Doctor, how to such certainty can you be so sure the man was dead?”
“His brain was in a jar on a shelf at the morgue.”
“Nonetheless, could he have been alive in any way?”
“It’s possible, counselor, if he is in fact living, he’s practicing law in this courtroom.”
Gary Clifton, forty years a cop, has short fiction pieces published or pending with over 60 online sites. He has an M.S. from Abilene Christian University.
“You must sue,” said Bernard.
“Do I have to? I’m not feeling all that litigious.”
Bernard scratched his head. He had never had such a stubborn client before. “I’m afraid it’s your only option,” he repeated.
“Yes, you must, Sue. You see, I am wearing my law suit today.”
This story was based on a title suggested by Timothy Maness.
He’d purchased the seventy-five foot yacht on a whim. With a fortune like his, such a toy was a trifle.
The first time he took it out, he “accidentally” ran over three sailboats and threw some lawyers overboard to handle it.
Bartholomew Regis Alberto Tanardier never thought about his initials.
@Charles_Mor told me to write a story about boats, so I did.
This story was based on a call on Twitter for the first five words of a story. @Scithancer provided the words, “While strolling through the forest”.
While strolling through the forest, he saw a spaceship land. The aliens, in shining suits, approached and shook his hand.
They asked him many questions
to test where mankind stood
but since he was a lawyer the outcome was not good.
Despairing, they departed, and left him in the wood.