"Of course I know how this works." The narrator struggles back turned to the audience.
"You know some days you really get on my nerves." The narrator intones angrily turning to show the audience a laptop in his hands.
"Hello." The narrator tells his audience whilst smiling.
"I'm a little busy at the moment, but since here we are together my bet is that the writer thought that this was a perfectly good time to entertain you with my presence." The narrator explains only slightly annoyed.
The narrator sits down with the laptop and goes back to fiddling with it.
"Well since you're here I might as well tell you what I'm trying to do. I'm not very good with technology so almost everything that involves this thing is a nuisance. You know I've never really felt a need for one before either, but ever since the writer first gave me a chance to have a story I've felt a need to try new things. So I thought why not start here." The narrator monologues.
"Alright I think I've got it!" The narrator says excitedly.
"Look look! Writer I did it!"The narrator turns his screen excitedly towards the audience. The screen is turned to reveal that they had finally figured out how to turn it on...
"Are you making fun of me?" They ask suspicious of the writer's wording.
"I think it's time for me to go and get my coffee started so you can go ahead and come back later." The narrator decides a bit angry at the writer.
YOU ARE READING
The Odd One Time Story
General FictionStrange shenanigans ensue between a writer and their narrator.
