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THE ADVENTURES OF BERT AND BERNECE
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by Francis U. Kaltenbaugh
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In mid-town, the sun's brazen harshness was reinforced, as
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it glared from a glass and ivory colored office building towering
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towards the heavens, stiff and erect in stature; symbolism oozed
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from its solar-heated shaft, as an unnoticed conversation unfolded
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ensconced near the tip of this man-made erection of glass and steel.
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"Stop squirming. You'll die for what you did," Bert threatened.
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"You'll never get away with this," I lied. "There are others, who
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know I came here for you."
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"You stole my woman; you're gonna pay," Bert accused.
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"What woman? I don't have a woman -- not me. I'm to enter seminary
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next month. I'm celibate," I babbled.
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"Sell a bit! What the hell ... a polite way to say pimp or
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whoremaster?" he implicated. His eyes were bulging -- matching the
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bulge in my genes.
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The situation couldn't get worse.
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On the roof of his office building, near the ledge, my hands bound --
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there was little hope. Bert had gone over the edge and wanted to see
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me there -- too.
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"I can help get your woman back." I entreated.
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"Ha. You took her from me!" he inculpated.
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"Bert, I couldn't take her from you. I'm your friend. I could never
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harm you. It'd be against my vows," I acquiesced.
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"To your death," he sentenced.
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"But, what of your lover...," I proffered.
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"What?"
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"Your *LOVER*! I arranged those meetings. It was ME! You, an
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attorney," I sighed, and gushed on, "I brought you two together.
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I responded to your personal ad. Yes, it was ME, who sent all those
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love letters you answered. There never was a woman. I dressed in drag
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to meet -- you. I'm your inamorato," I gushed imploringly.
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"Darling! Do write again, but be brief," lawyer-like, he taunted,
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while holding me in his arms and nearer the edge, a sardonic smile
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etched his lips.
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I thought, "_He's smiling. He wants me. We'll live happily ever
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after, no children, but no dirty diapers; more time for us._"
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The situation got worse.
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I went over the edge -- literally!
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Copyright 1993 Francis U. Kaltenbaugh
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Francis is one of those kinds of authors. I'm still trying to figure his/
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her political persuasions. One never knows does one. Writing for escapisim
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is a way of life, and sharing is a reward in itself, reports Francis.
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