I’m not only a fan of the Short Prologue Club, I’m also a member!

Dunging out some old writings folders on my laptop and I stumbled—digitally—across a snarky little intro I penned nearly a decade ago.

Forgetting the quality, or lack thereof, I was struck primarily by how long this epilogue was.

Granted, it’s short compared to most but I’ve made it a sort of unofficial rule to keep my subsequent openings to no more than one sentence.

Nothing worse than boring the reader with a bunch of blah-blah before getting into the actual story.

Anyway, thought I’d share the original epilogue to my novel The StickHare … yet another book that I wrote and promptly never did anything with. I have a frightening amount of novels that no one has ever read.

Anyway, here’s my longest ever prologue:

And Lot found himself a nice two-bedroom cave on the Upper East Side of Zoar and his daughters came to stay with him and as their biological clocks were running out they got the old man shnockered one night on Mad Dog 20/20—Electric Melon flavor—and lay with him in a marital way and to this day the Moabites and the Children of Ammon are all terrible at math.