Jimmy Wimmy and The Question of Life
An 80’s story pulled from the archives
***Note from your favorite Author… No, I mean me. I used to write stories for my friends birthdays and read them out loud at the party to gently garner some laughs at their expense. I would take their current interests and habits that they may not have known about themselves and embellish them. Today’s subject is a close friend who had just spent a year madly hitting the books to become a stock broker while worrying if he was every going to meet “The One”. It’s the eighties, so get ready to travel back in your memories.***
Jim stared intently at the computer screen before him, his E.T.-like fingers crackling with anticipation. “Hmmmm…let’s see, Simulac stock is up two points and Toys-R-Us is up three eighths,” he muttered to himself, his eyes glinting with the thrill of the stock market.
A shadow moved away from behind him. Jim sighed with relief as he realized his boss was no longer watching him. With a thunderous crack of his E.T. like fingers, Jim leaned forward and punched up what he was really into.
The computer whirred and the screen blanked. Perspiration built up on his brow as the anticipation mounted. There it was, the thing that enabled him to get up everyday and proceed with his doldrum life, space invaders.
The computer whirred…
