by Mink | Sep 20, 2023 | historio-tragicomedy
A bedroom. The fuddy-duddy lays in bed with the blankets pulled up to his neck. His sister enters with a second blanket and tosses it over him. Fuddy-duddy: Stop! Sister: I thought you would be cold. Fuddy-duddy: How will my farts escape if I use another blanket?...
by Mink | May 9, 2023 | historio-tragicomedy
A man and an old dog walk through the park sans leash. The man pauses to look at a bird. The old dog pauses, too. Then, the old dog looks up at the man as if to say, “Shouldn’t you put the dog leash on me now? I don’t really trust myself in this...
by Mink | May 9, 2023 | historio-tragicomedy
Dermot walks into an art gallery. He or she — I’m never sure what the plumbing is — stands in front of a painting of a large cookie. After a moment, Dermot says aloud: “This is how the cookie deconstructs.” Fin
by Mink | May 1, 2023 | historio-tragicomedy
Dawn. A café in Portugal. A fat tourist stands at a cake vitrine and ponders which cake will pair well with an Earl Gray tea. A second customer stand behind the tourist in line. Tourist: Portuguese cakes are too eggy! All that egg is just disgusting! Second customer:...
by Mink | Apr 29, 2023 | historio-tragicomedy
Evening. A crowded restaurant. A man and woman sit at a table. The man stands. He hits a fork against his wine glass. Everyone in the restaurant turns to look at the man. Man: Clink, clink, clink. Can I have everyone’s attention? Yes? Thank you! I just want all of you...
by Mink | Nov 21, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Morning. A kitchen. A man sits at a breakfast table. He picks up a coffee mug in both hands. He blows on the coffee. He sips. He spits the coffee back into the mug. Man: Tepid. The man carefully sets his mug on the table. He stands. He grabs the table, lifts, and...
by Mink | Oct 13, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Midday. A restaurant. A tourist enters. Waitress: Hi. Are you here for lunch?Tourist: Yes.Waitress: Would you like the plate of the day?Tourist: Yes.Waitress: And a soup?Tourist: What kind of soup?Waitress: Stone soup.Tourist: What kind of stone? The...
by Mink | Oct 13, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
John walks down one side of the street. He wears camouflage trousers. A friend walks up the other side of the street. They wave at one another and continue. The friend stops suddenly. Friend: JOHN! WHERE ARE YOUR LEGS? John looks around confused. He looks down at his...
by Mink | Aug 19, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Oh, god, how long has it been since I put pen to paper and recounted any of the amazing adventures into which my artwork has led me? Yes, some would say landed me – as in landing me in the shit – but I don’t see it that way. I rise above even my dead and...
by Mink | Aug 2, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Jail. The incarcerated philosopher and Johnny enjoy a bottle of wine in their jail cell. The philosopher sits on the bed and Johnny sits on the cement floor. Johnny finishes telling a story. Johnny: …that’s what she said. The philosopher laughs long and hard....
by Mink | Jul 29, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Midmorning. An old man stands outside of a building and eats an apple. A second old man hobbles up the road with a walking stick. Bill: Hey, smoking kills!Jim: This is an apple.Bill: Is it?Jim: Go get new glasses, bitch.Bill: Who are you calling bitch, punk. Bill...
by Mink | Jul 19, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Evening. A restaurant. Ask and Embla sit to eat. Ask: Did you see how much blood came out of that man’s face? Embla: He hit his head hard. Ask: He passed out; maybe from the heat. Maybe from something else. Embla: Hush! That’s dangerous to say in public. Ask: It’s...
by Mink | Jul 13, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy
Johnny and the unvaccinated philosopher sit in their jail cell. Johnny on his jail cot and the philosopher on the floor. Philosopher: I had a dream about you. Johnny: Haha, that’s not something you want your cell mate to say. Philosopher: Ah, yes, now that you...
by Mink | Jul 11, 2022 | Comedy, historio-tragicomedy
Rufus sits sucking a pencil for a few moments before writing. Rufus: Technology has improved how teachers teach and learners learn concepts, but, like, I don’t know because it is like, you know… To express stuff is, what’s that word? Rufus snaps his finger...
by Mink | Jun 1, 2022 | Comedy, historio-tragicomedy
A man sits at a restaurant table. A woman sits across from him. The power goes out. They sit in darkness. Man: I was walking to the garden today with my hoe on my shoulder. I was thinking about spinach and carrots when a group of cyclists cycled up the road. The road...
by Mink | May 23, 2022 | Comedy, historio-tragicomedy
A man stands outside of a restaurant near a vacant table. After a moment, the waitress approaches. Waitress: Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to retake your seat inside; the cook has turned on the soup signal, so all customers are kindly asked to retake their seats...
by Mink | Mar 29, 2022 | Comedy, historio-tragicomedy
Scarlett punched the brick wall repeatedly until she had made a sizable hole; she reached into the hole for a brick, turned, and knocked Moi across the head. The brick exploded like an asteroid hitting the Yucatan peninsula during the Mesozoic Era. Moi reached up a...
by Mink | Mar 11, 2022 | historio-tragicomedy, History
Sunset. A lake in the north country. Moi sits on a purple blanket at the edge of the water. An open fire warms a pot of coffee. Moi reads a few different PG Wodehouse novels back-to-back for hours on end, pauses, pours a coffee, and speaks an aside. Moi: I was always...
by Mink | Mar 3, 2022 | Comedy, historio-tragicomedy
I had been in jail for at least twenty-four hours when my cousin Budcock arrived to talk; well, talk isn’t the word because I am nearly a famous artist on the literal cusp of oeuvres of artwork that will just blow the socks off of everyone—even people who listen to...
by Mink | Feb 24, 2022 | Comedy, historio-tragicomedy
A fourth power outage at a restaurant. A man and wife sit in a restaurant in Europe. Man: Oh, thank god, we can fly to Iceland this summer without regard for covid restrictions; the old normal is back in Iceland. I vote we go there immediately and spread our money...
