Story A Day May continues.
Jokes on you
The mousy brunette was the last at the open mic, and her last joke was endless. The few patrons too drunk to drive had begged their smartphones to call them an Uber and had made their escapes. Even the wait staff and bar staff had cleared out.
There was no one left but the droning brunette and the Komedy KlassiK’s owner, Kaspar Kamton. Kaspar was known in all the nooks and crannies of the world. One of the things he was known for was his pathological need to hear the end of any joke.
Even his dysfunction had its limit. At length, he vaulted onto the stage, snatched the microphone, and shouted into the brunette’s face, “Where’s the punchline? When do we get to the punchline?”
Steffie, temporarily a brunette, took a step back and landed a right hook that crossed his eyes, following with a left hook and a series of left and right jabs that sent him to the floor.
She searched him. Another thing he was known for was his willingness to buy and sell any country’s secrets to its enemies or, worse, to its friends. Her assignment was to find what he was holding, which was either a communications code or a defensive plan.
During the search, the clamminess of her subject told her she had broken one of his teeth and that, sadly for him, it was the one with the cyanide capsule in it.
“Oops,” said Steffie, continuing her search to a successful conclusion.
She found a code and two pair of plans.
Humming with satisfaction, she slipped out the kitchen door, patted the shaggy dog she passed in the alley, mounted her motorcycle, and rode into the darkness.
MY PROMPT FOR TODAY: The joke’s on you.