The Storyteller - Adventure Stories

“Humour.” Ella tilts her head. She found and brought a chair the second time we meet, and I’m using the swivel  chair from Typical Dad Base 7. “Explain.” “It’s a concept.” I lean back and grin. “It’s like… Gods, I can’t explain it. It’s taking something and making it funny. Play on words. Those are called puns.” “Define ‘funny’.” “Humorous.” I lean forward, pushing my elbows on my knees. She gives me an innocent look that looks like 'And?’ “Humourous means ‘with humour.’.” “So its all going full circle?” “You could say that, yeah.” I shrug. She clapped her hands together. “Tell me a joke.” “Ok.” I lean back again. “Past, present and future walk into a bar. It was tense.” She blinks a few times like she did during my first joke. Then her eyes sparkle. She smiles. And laughs. I smile. I’ve always been a joker, but that was one of my lesser jokes. Ella really is special. Then it hits me. Carah. I’m still in a relationship with Carah. My face goes slack.