By Jon M. Gluckman
When my Real X-Ray Glasses arrive from Fantasy Adventures—best comic book e-v-e-r—I jump on my vintage Stingray: monkey handlebars, silver streamers in the end-caps, banana seat—and pedal like a madman to the girls’ basketball game. I sit far back in the bleachers. Nevertheless, Principal Bradley sees me. He rips them from my face, tears the left temple clean off (cheap cardboard construction). My anticipations vanish like dreams. Bradley says I need serious therapy.
A week later, the feds haul him from his office. They take his computer and external hard drives. I don’t feel so bad after that.
Oh the hypocrisy. Nice job.
Ah, yes…so often the case. People in glass houses… Right?
Dear Jon,
Nailed it!
Succinct plot and subtle characterization.
Nice piece of flash.
Thank you!
Nice read… great ending… kudos…
Thank you!
Neat!
Thank you!
Classic pot calling the kettle black – good one!
Thank you, Liz!
Love it.
Thank you!
Tragic. Funny. Engaging. The feeling of a “bemused shoulder shrug” at the end is such a nice contrast to the dark demise of Bradley
Thank you, Andre! Such a sensitive description of your journey through this story. Much appreciated.
Great little story. Nice use of a vintage bike description from the 60’s.
Yes. Those throwing stones are always the ones to watch. Very nicely written.
Very good story. Not practising what he preaches.
Kudos
Love the rich description at the beginning. It manages to throw you off the scent of what’s about to happen ..
Takes one to know one (not you! Bradley, I mean!). Guess it doesn’t need a novel or even a short story to get a point across! Great writing!