E. J. Zshornack is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature here today. (In the case of a tie, the writer who submitted an entry first is the winner per our rules.) Without further ado, here’s the winning story:
by E. J. Zshornack
Errol was a kick-ass attorney. Despite the receding hairline, his charisma could still sway and charm a jury or encourage a judge to render minimal penalties on his client when at fault. He was known to walk away from lawsuits promising a big payout when he sensed a potential client just desired to crush the opposition instead of seeking justice.
Yet somehow, despite this reputation amongst peers, Errol hankered for another form of recognition. One rooted deep in childhood before the lawyering took hold. Errol had a flair for wit and a quick sense of repartee regardless of occasion. While these qualities bolstered his chosen profession, it failed to provide the inner calm and satisfaction he sought.
In his earlier years during university breaks, he volunteered as a party clown, much to the chagrin of his father.
“Becoming a clown is unbecoming for a lawyer-to-be. What will people say?” That abruptly quashed it.
Then, an opportunity arose. He signed up for open mike stand-up at a club. Utilizing his case preparation techniques, Errol outlined his routines. He stood before a mirror, set his timer and ran through each, paying particular attention to his posture and delivery.
On the night of, as he waited his turn,
“Carson, Leno, Letterman and Kimmel, don’t fail me now.” Then he crossed himself and walked on stage.
The applause was thunderous. The comedy went beyond race, class or borders. Momentary stardom was achieved.
Errol returned to his day job sporting a devilish grin.