By the skin of my teethy-teeth-teeth here it is, my Five Sentence Fiction for this week. Incidentally, I have a little story behind this one. Emphasis on little. Well, I had read If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler (excuse the awful fragment, it makes sense in context) by Calvino and I had read the word “book” in the title of one of the other Five Sentence Fictions so I decided to put that together with “Forgotten” and make the most annoying scenario of forgetfulness ever! When the god of a world dies, leaving his world uncompleted and his people wondering.
Except, in a much less dramatic way.
Word of Inspiration: Forgotten
Word Count: 181
Genre: Creative Realistic Fiction
Title: The Biggest Mistake of His Death
An international tribunal was formed within the space of a few hurried phone calls after the first complaints came in- roughly about two days after the book was first released. As somebody very eloquently put it in one letter, “I feel like I’m being fucked with by Calvino and I’m a little less enthused about that than I would have originally thought.” Fourteen-million copies of Jeremiah Tatonaphus’ final book, written even as he lay nearly catatonic on his deathbed (his sense of humour still persisted, though, as shown with the use of ‘catatonic’ as a pun no fewer than five times in the text), fittingly titled, Here’s the Last One, Now Stop Bugging Me, were printed in preparation for the onrush of readers. The printer’s mix of foresight and aggressive capitalism was not misplaced it seems, as people around the globe seemed to be unable to buy enough copies of the starry-eyed Canadian’s final work. The author had forgotten a very particular fifty pages of the novel; he had forgotten to write the ending to the last book of his life.