Tuesday, March 01, 2011

My Life As A Bad Flannery O'Connor Story, Episode One

A new series. Someone more talented at writing can flesh it out into a pithy, disturbing short story on grace and the grotesque.

The past four days in the IC household:

IC: Honey! Great news! I won a research grant to write the Theology of the Body book next year! Wait, what's this?...our youngest has gallons of goop coming out of his pink eyes....
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Sic*: Um, I want you see what's on top of our van. (pause) Yes, it is a frozen, dead, half gutted fish.
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IC: For the three crimes of that prospective publisher of yours, and for four, I will not revoke my word!
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Sic: Honey, I need to tell you. Today, as I was driving up to our house and parking...another dead fish fell out of the sky onto our windshield.
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IC: (speechless...struck with laryngitis)

finis



Yes, that all happened.

Flannery, eat your heart out.

*sic=spouse of the Ironic Catholic

2 comments:

CMinor said...

Large bird of prey with butterfingers?

The Ironic Catholic said...

Cminor--yep.