The voice of a dead man
When my friend Maxwell died, I called his wife to say how sorry I was. She was not there and, furthermore had not changed his answer-phone message. I heard the voice of a dead man.
“Hello,” he began, “this is Maxwell, I am busy right now“,
‘Well, not really.’ I thought.
“and cannot get to the phone.” he continued.
‘Well, that’s understandable.’ I supposed.
“Please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you.”
‘Will you now?’ I wondered. ‘I don’t think I’ll leave a message then.’
This entry was posted on 12.04.22 by Kyle. It was filed under comedy, flash fiction, writing and was tagged with ansafone, answer phones, dark comedy, Death, messages.
thank you for your kind words subhan, i have visited you blog and think it is wonderful
kyle
12.04.23 at 11.29
That’s funny, in a dark way. It’s good somehow when people can find death funny (although, not too funny).
12.04.22 at 13.52
thanks – you should read/listen to my first radio play, entrance of the gladiators, it was a comedy about suicide lol
thanks for your comment, it was appreciated – you will find plenty of jokes about death here and when i die i hope you will laugh
12.05.02 at 22.03
You never know….
12.04.22 at 13.31
i guess you don’t….
12.04.22 at 15.07