Dark Short 2: Above the Clouds

Welcome to a brand-new concept for “Life Sucks. Laugh Here.” Dark Shorts is intended to supplement the longer weekly posts with some random, ad hoc, funny, shorter stories (usually just a paragraph). These will post randomly during the week as the spirit moves me to create content. Please let me know your thoughts, likes, dislikes, general feedback in the Comments section at the bottom of this page. – PS Conway

Mrs. Coyneslot ran a tight ship.  Her fifth-grade class knew better than to rock the boat, as their Captain had a fickle temper that could blow like a North Sea gale in December. Suggestions unwelcome. Input admonished. Coyneslot’s meticulous daily plans tightly governed the actions of the day. Back turned to the room, she scrawled and scratched her history lesson across the chalkboard, white dust flying in the wake of her data maelstrom. Kids being kids, the room devolved into silent chaos when Coyneslot faced the board. Wriggling eels gestured, waved, made funny faces, stuck out tongues and mouthed expletives all in mutinous silence. That is, except for Windy. Windy was poor with stormy eyes. She wore paper bags for clothing. The unfortunate byproduct of her environmentally-woke but dismally-drab brown attire was that her smallest movements made loud, scratchy, irritating sounds.  The one and only time Windy ever waved back at that nasty little jackanapes, Jimmy O’Brien, Coyneslot immediately heard the crunching and scraping from Windy’s arm bags. Coyneslot’s head whipped toward the offending sound, a tempest of rage flaring across her face. In a fit of panic, Windy soared from her chair and blew toward the hallway door like a pile of dry crunchy autumn leaves.  The friction from the sudden movement created a spark. The spark created an ember. The ember erupted into a conflagration that disintegrated Windy midway toward her escape. As the horror settled into the hushed room, and order was hers for the taking, Coyneslot turned back to the chalkboard whistling, everyone knows it’s Windy.

About PS Conway

Hey everyone! Welcome to Life Sucks. Laugh Here. In my college years, I was an English major and aspiring writer. Then life took over - marriage and kids - in our mid-twenties. Like all good Catholics of Irish descent, I literally looked sideways at my wife, and she was pregnant three weeks after our wedding. And then the ride of life began. My writing took a backseat for the next twenty-five years. But now, our daughters are raised, and my wife and I are in a Renaissance phase of our lives. As I begin to write again, I see so much negativity, tribalism, and anger on social media... so many people seem to think life sucks. The only antidote to this mind-rotting negativity that I know of, albeit transient, is laughter. So, I have committed to writing and growing this blog around that singular objective... try my damnedest to provide original writing that makes people laugh. And maybe think a little, too. Hope you really enjoy. If you laugh, please share this blog with your friends so we can grow our subscriber base and online influence. We are on a mission to spread joy, mirth, cheer, yule, and good humor to as many folks as possible. Thank you for joining this effort. Sláinte! - PS Conway

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