According to Gilham, the world was created in an asylum for crazy gods.
“The universe makes sense,” he says. “When you realise it is simply the ravings of insane deities.”
“Drink up, foolish old man,” Molly chuckles. “Go home. Take that smelly coat with you.”
Gilham drains his pint, smiling.
This is the seventeenth in the series of Humpbuckle Tales. Each story is precisely 50 words long. They are meant to be independent stories, but if you read them all you will find each one adds another piece to the puzzle – there is a bigger story that is being told.
This story was first published on my Hive blog (@felt.buzz) and you can find all the stories on the @humbuckletales Hive account – at the time of posting this I have just published number 27. On Hive I publish 12 stories per week (Monday to Saturday one story per day and then six 50-word stories in one post on a Sunday).
If you prefer the drip drip drip approach keep coming back here for one 50-word tale every day!
You can watch the author read the first 10 Humpbuckle Tales on YouTube or you can listen to it as a podcast. The 2nd author reading is scheduled for 1st November.