So I thought I’d dabble in comedy-horror for a while, so I’m putting together a collection of short stories about a family cursed throughout history. This particular piece tells the story of a chauffeur who comes to work for a member of that family.
Another day, another short story. Some call it humour, the author who judged it called it a horror story, which I was rather proud of actually.
The Chicken Seat is the fictitious (at least I hope it’s fictitious) final meeting between an unnamed battle-weary prime minister, and a president stumbling into his stride.
I won a short story competition last year, and completely forgot to brag about it! Anyway, a year later, I’ve got around to dropping my environmentally-aware masterpiece here.
Hope you enjoy it, but I have to warn you: it’s not big on laughs.