Monday, April 1, 2019

April Fool's Day


I'll admit I'm not much of a prankster. I've never gotten the point of joke gifts—which, admittedly, could come from being raised by a single mom after ninth grade (we didn't have money for gifts we couldn't use)—and I definitely don't get the point of pranking someone.

Now, that aversion could stem back to a time in the eighth grade when my art class teacher (who shall remain nameless), thought it would be great fun to stick a bunch of ballpoint pens inside one of my winter boots, which had been placed in the hallway outside the classroom.

Pens. Penz. Get it? Hilarious.

NOT.

Of course, today my parents would have gone to the school and filed a formal complaint and who knows what would have happened to Mr. Anonymous. At the very least, a serious admonishing. Perhaps even a suspension. But I didn't tell them, filled with shame as I was, and he got away with it.
It's stuff like this that forms the writer, though, that makes us say, "I'll get even one day, even if it's only in a book or a short story."

So, yeah, one day you may read about a Mr. Kiley...er...Mr. Anonymous... in one of my murder mysteries, and maybe I'll say "April Fool's Day" to you.

And maybe I'll be getting even.

I'll let you be the judge.

Find me at www.judypenzsheluk.com, where I blog about one writer's journey. I've got a zillion of these stories. What can I say? Elephants have nothing on writers when it comes to not forgetting.

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