Friday, 31 January 2014
He was the first.
He just couldn't stop laughing.
He laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
He laughed until he died of mirth, and the laughter echoed around the room, bounced off the walls, ricocheted off the window, then flew out through the gap under the door.
The laughter hit a passing cleaner, who then laughed all the way to the bus stop, and all through the ride to her job at the airport, infecting everyone she passed along the way.
Soon, the whole world would be laughing... and dying.
©2014 Stephen. J. Green.