Mid-Weak Writing Special: “Don’t do The Mime if you can’t do the Time” – Part Two

"Keyboard and Cress", by wetwebwork on Flickr (CC BY-SA 2.0)Every Wednesday from now until the end of the world, or the blog, I’m going to post a random bit of writing: a rhyme, something from an old folder or a work in progress, or if all else fails whatever random thing I scribbled down during the free-write warm up of my Tuesday Night Writers Club."Keyboard and Cress", by wetwebwork on Flickr (CC BY-SA 2.0)

‘Tis the season of either dewy-eyed generosity or blind, filthy greed, depending on your level of cynicism (and, if you’re mired in the past, maybe there’s a minor religious aspect to it too). 

My ongoing gift to you: second in a series of five drabbles – 100 word “stories” – which in this case will add up to so much more…


The cuffs stay on,” I say, “until he opens his mouth.”

Jones’s lips pop goldfish o’s.

Talk!” I bark in his face. He gives an eloquent shrug, all commiseration.

“The Mime wants to cooperate,” says his laywer. “Would you reject a Frenchman’s testimony simply for speaking French?”

“He’s not Marcel Marceau!”

You’d let him speak his native tongue. Grant my client the same courtesy.”

Unseen, Commissioner Dorgon raps on the mirror.

I seeth, and unlock the cuffs.

Felix Jones, aka The Mime, silently confesses.

And escapes through the ceiling via his imaginary ladder.

…tune in tomorrow for more!


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