Who's to Blame?
50 Word Story | Fiction
He stood in the convenience store and stared as the TV above the cashiers’ counter blared news about food poisoning at the local “Chick ’n Cluck” restaurant.
He rushed outside, panicked. “Why does the health department always blame us?”
“Ella,” he shouted as he walked into their apartment.
“Yeah, Sam?
About this Story
Did you “get it”?
No?
That’s okay. This tiny story features punography, so no worries if you didn’t quite understand the ending.
Let me explain.
My husband loves puns. One day, we talked about various food poisoning episodes we’d experienced after eating restaurant meals made with chicken. Chicken and salmonella have cursed us a few times after eating out, making us quite ill.
Well, whenever hubby and I are together, our demented senses of humor show up. We bantered back and forth like vaudeville comedians, and Sam and Ella were born.
I had fun writing this tiny tale. My husband laughed when I read it to him. I submitted it to an online journal that promotes tiny stories, and…they rejected it.
Maybe I’m to blame?
Not everyone “gets” or likes puns.
For now, this rejected tiny story lives here on my Substack publication, in infamy.
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Your Turn
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I didn't get it the first read either. I had to really think about it. Maybe is Sam was mentioned first... 🤓 Welcome to Substack.
Oh, I think I got it, after the third read. 🤣 Cute, and so was you inside scoop! Rejection suck! Maybe editors are becoming brain dead, lol!