Monday, July 21, 2008

Dr. Whiteface's Apprentice


Inspector White studied the young woman intently, trying not to stare at her odd, marbled false eye. “All you have to do,” he said, “is study the men before you and tell me which one assaulted you.”

Julie nodded. “They can’t see me, can they?”

“Not at all.” He smiles. “You’re quite safe, this is a two-way mirror.” He patted her arm and bent to a microphone. “Peters? Send in the clowns.”

Six men in clown wigs and make up trooped in. “Now Miss Turling,” said White. “Which one threw a pie at you?”

“That one,” said Julie. “Number four. The one that’s throwing one now.”

The inspector winced as the pie landed square in his face, foam and custard dripping off his hair. He pressed the intercom again. “Peters?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me the two-way mirror was broken?”

4 comments:

aims said...

Hahahahaha - we all float down here.....(Mr. Stephen King - the master)

Leatherdykeuk said...

*laughs*

pierre l said...

Lovely ending; I giggled too.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you kindly :)