The Good Read Wipe by Rcheydn - HTML preview

The End

Out of ill comes good.

From failure follows success.

Neither of these adages was historic.

Nobody to Fred’s knowledge had ever quoted them.

Fred made them up to justify his next venture.

Adventure his public relations friend called it.

Misadventure according to his former girlfriend who had the temerity to actually e-mail him with the message: “What was it you said when you kicked me out of your life? Money for old rope. Well, you have enough rope now so go hang yourself.”

But that was just sour grapes Fred thought.

The single saying he believed in was that the only sure thing about luck is that it will change.

And if he had experienced hard luck in the past then good luck must be in his future.

His next plan would be a sure thing.

He could find no faults with it given that it was based on earlier success.

Relatively short-lived success admittedly but success nonetheless.

“I’m going to write a book about it.”

“What?” his friend asked.

“LIT-TISSUE of course,” answered Fred.

“A book. You’re going to write about it? Tell everyone how you failed?”

“Yes. Well also about how I made a success of it. At the start. I’ll concentrate on the positives.”

“So it’ll be a short book then.”

“Probably. Not that short though.”

“And the title?” asked his friend. “Have you already decided that by any chance?”

“TheGoodReadWipe. It’ll be a history of LIT-TISSUE.”

His PR adviser smiled: “Well, don’t forget the sub-title.”

“What’s that?” asked Fred

“The Life of Fred Nurk: Flushed to Fame…and back again.”