SUNDAY 27th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION
by John Yeo
The doorbell chimed as the family gathered.
A large scruffily-dressed man was revealed on the doorstep wearing a monocle.
An enormous black bow tie was roughly tied around his neck.
His grey hair, hung down beneath a battered top hat.
‘I’m here for my funeral.’
‘Get out of here!’ was the reaction.
‘I will when you bury me.’ came the zany reply.