SIMPSON

by Faig Mamedov 

Simpson was eating his lunch in the kitchen when a tall, thin man in a checked suit emerged suddenly right from the wall and rushed past Simpson with a whirr past Simpson’s table.

 

Simpson did not stop eating. He did not even lift his head.

 

The stranger appeared again. He slowly walked past Simpson and – vanished into thin air!

 

Simpson was eating.

 

The checked man came hurriedly out of the floor and gave a blood-curdling shriek as he slid right into the electrical outlet.

 

Simpson was eating.

 

The stranger slipped out from under Simpson’s feet. He hovered over the table. He paused, as if somewhat at sea, and began to walk around the kitchen, his hands clenched behind his back. He was shaking his head and frowning.

 

Simpson was eating.

 

The stranger came right before Simpson’s table and bowed to him with a faint grin. And disappeared…

 

Simpson was eating.

 

The stranger appeared on the ceiling, hanging heels over head like a giant bat. Then, the stranger fell down on the floor and lay there, motionless. He heaved a deep sigh and passed away.

 

Simpson finished eating.

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