Ed Zachary

It was only 9PM when Ed Zachary looked out his window, and the street was totally empty in the February darkness. No traffic. He’d never noticed his street being this empty this early in the evening before. It was almost unnerving. Ole Ed Zachary has always been a clown, and always will be. He kept trying to tell people he got fired at the orange juice factory, because he couldn’t concentrate. All they’d do was roll their eyes at him.

It was mid evening, and Ed found himself alone again, after a brief phone call from a friend had briefly interrupted his train of thought. Believe me, it was no big deal, since he didn’t have too terrific a train of thought in the first place. He wanted to call his lawyer, because this morning he got a call from the guy on the phone. It sounded serious. The lawyer wanted to make coffee, but found he didn’t have the grounds for it. Ed was tempted to run to the store for the guy, but figured maybe the guy would be better off at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay. Along with about another five hundred lawyers. At least it would be a good start.

Ed’s best friend had already asked him to write a murder mystery today, for his daily writing session, being the writer he is and all. But ole Ed doesn’t like murder, and he doesn’t Ed Zachary want to write about it. He’d tell his lawyer jokes and whatever, instead. He’s got Ed Zachary’s disease. He doesn’t Ed Zachary like murder, and he won’t Ed Zachary do what his friend wants him to do. So he’s Ed Zachary telling jokes and writing a boatload of Schmidt instead. He’s hoping it will end up to be some good Schmidt, whenever he’s done with it. But he’s not Ed Zachary certain this is anything but the same ole Schmidt, and a Schmidt load of it, at that.

Again, he’s interrupted, and loses his train of thought some more. The way things are going, Ed’s probably going to have to walk away from his work to get some sleep tonight. It’s gotten late on him already. His evening pills have arrived. If he doesn’t take them soon, they’ll be coming after him with a butterfly net, to put him back in the laughing academy by morning. He could end up staying awake all night to see the sunrise. It could dawn on him after awhile. That’s where Ed gets his material, though, from being in a laughing academy. But sometimes he’d like to stay home. He wants to be cooperative with the establishment, to keep himself stable at home, instead of having to go back to the institution, Ed Zachary.

 

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About geostan51

I'm a wordsmith and a craftsman. I've been known to hand crochet just about anything escept granny squares. I've got about twenty titles in my name on the Kindle Store at Amazon.com.
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