LITERALLY

By

Michael Edwin Q.

It was early morning, the sun barely peering over the eastern horizon, giving just enough light to distinguish colors. They stood in the middle of a field of high grass; the morning dew still clinging to each blade. Their seconds stood off to the side. Sir Milo stood before Lord Chadwick and Lord Mulberry. He held a flat wooden box, motioned it to them, and opened it.

“Gentlemen, here we have two identical pistols, loaded by your seconds. Lord Chadwick, since this is Lord Mulberry’s challenge, you will have first pick.”

Lord Chadwick pointed to the upper pistol. “I pick this one.”

“Then take it, Lord Chadwick.”

Lord Chadwick took the pistol. Sir Milo looked at Lord Mulberry and motioned the remaining pistol to him.

“You just said Lord Chadwick got the first pick. That means I get second pick; so, it’s my turn to choose, right?”

“Technically, yes,” Sir Milo replied. “Although, seeing how there is only one pistol left, I would feel it’s safe to say this one is yours. You may take it, Lord Mulberry.”

“Thank you, sir,” Lord Mulberry said, taking hold of the pistol.

“Now, gentlemen,” Sir Milo announced. “I will not insult you by reciting the rules of a duel to the death. So, we will continue. You may now shake.”

“Excuse me, sir?” Lord Chadwick asked.

“Shake, shake,” Sir Milo insisted.

Both Lords looked at each in bewilderment, shrugged their shoulders, and suddenly began to shake their bodies violently from head to toe.

“No, no, I meant shake hands,” Sir Milo commanded.

Both Lords stopped shaking their bodies and began to shake only their hands in front of them.

“Stop it, stop it!” Sir Milo shouted. “Never mind I want you both to turn around.

Both Lords turned all the way around to their right till they faced each other again.

“I didn’t mean turn all the way around,” Sir Milo barked. “Turn around till you are back to back.”

The Lords did just that and stood back to back.

“Now, gentlemen,” Sir Milo said nervously. “I want each of you to take ten steps.”

The Lords marched ten steps in place.

“You idiots, not in place, take ten steps forward, stop, turn and fire.

Lord Chadwick and Lord Mulberry did just that. They took ten steps forward, stopped, and turned all the way around, 360 degrees, and shot at the empty horizon.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Lord Chadwick proclaimed.

“I do believe you’re right,” Lord Mulberry agreed. “I say, Sir Milo, where are you going?”

THE END

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