905. Other boot to drop

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Boyd lay in bed. He couldn’t sleep. He really had to move out of this apartment and into another. The walls were paper thin, and every footstep of the person above would sound clunk! Clunk! Clunk! Tasman was the one who lived above. He worked in a factory. He always came home late at night.

And… Clunk! He would drop one boot. And clunk! He would drop the other… The noisy ritual drove Boyd nuts.

Boyd visited Tasman and told him stop dropping his boots. He wasn’t getting any sleep with the boot-dropping commotion.

The following night Tasman dropped one boot and then remembered. Boyd lay in bed all night waiting for the other boot to drop. It didn’t.

And tonight…

Tonight, Tasman remembered. No boot went clunk! Boyd lay awake all night…

Waiting…

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35 thoughts on “905. Other boot to drop”

  3. Cynthia Jobin

    As you so often do (to our delight and sometimes consternation) Bruce, you’ve taken a well worn idiom like “waiting for the other boot (shoe) to drop..” and exploited it until it turns into a psychophilosophical little gem of a story! Very nice!

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      It must be the 13 pills I have to take each morning. The pharmacist yesterday (he’s a bit of a naturopathist) told me that one of them pills eventually affects the brain!

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  6. Susanne

    Here I sit, having my Friday night Spaten beer (husband is the beer buyer – I could care less) which I more or less spluttered over the screen when I got to the wonderful ending. Then I had a hearty laugh and because I’m in the communal computer room (the dining room) at home, everyone came to have a read. All agreed: Good story! And. as a post script – That Tasman. What a devil.

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