The stage was set.
A banana peel, a tiny bicycle.
But where was the goat?
Silence.
"I forgot the punchline," she whispered, glancing towards the exit.
But the door was locked.
The gnome at the corner just shrugged.
"Life, like pants, sometimes just doesn't fit."
He sat there, immobile, as pigeons plotted their next move.
A pie to the face, a classic.
But today, it was a digital echo.
The audience had left for a bathroom break.
They never returned.
Peek through the keyhole: Phantom Threads
Leave footprints on digital sand: Untold Riddles