19th November 2029
Dear Universe,
Mum got dad a lawyer. Not that it's gonna make a difference. And even if it could - this lawyer isn't going to help. Just because of three rather huge reasons:
1. He doesn't wear shoes. When he came over to our house for some kind of lawyer meeting thing that lawyers do. I don't know, but he had these horrid hairy phalanges and I almost puked at the stench. They were just foul.
2. He smoked some weed with mum in the garden. That constituted as their 'meeting', and isn't that why dad is in jail? I mean, I'm no expert but I have a feeling this guy isn't very professional.
3. He didn't have a briefcase. ALL lawyers have briefcases; right? I mean with all their important documents and files and shit.
It's all just very fishy. Figuratively and literally.
He smelt like fish,
Cosmo
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Short StoryIn which Cosmology writes about her life. {short story #80 - 3rd January 2014 & humor #242 - 28th December 2013} © belora / bee s. 2013