Calamity

The emergency room door slid open and in ran Doris, her arms flailing about.

“Aaaaah!  Come quickly. A terrible thing. Ralph fell down.”

Grabbing a gurney, the triage nurse and orderly rushed out the door, followed by Doris.

There they found the old codger sitting on a bench with an ice packed ankle.

“What happened?” the nurse asked.

“I tell you, it was an awful thing,” began Doris. “He fell off the roof.”

“What was he doing up there?”

“Giving the old satellite dish a kick.”

The nurse stared at Ralph.

“The picture died and the Yankees were losing.”

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I wrote this fun piece in response to Carrot Ranch’s January 30, 2023 99-word Flash Fiction Challenge about dishes.