I wrote this for the latest round of NPR Three-Minute Fiction. The criteria was that it must contain a joke, and a character must cry. It had to be done in six-hundred words or less, and because I can't seem to get that brevity is the soul of wit, mine clocks in at five ninety-six.
It's past the end of the world and it contains a very bad joke, but which one it is, is for you to decide.
