Money was tight in London, and so the two friends, writers both, decided to share a garret. Sparsely furnished and plain, it was nevertheless home.
Over time, Charles became successful, writing novels that were frequently published in serial form. His roommate’s work, meanwhile, found no takers; he grew despondent.
One day, after Charles had sold yet another novel, his friend received another in a seemingly endless parade of rejection slips. Heartbroken, he leaped through the garret window, his body landing on the cobblestones below with a wet thud.
“Who was this?” a horrified constable asked Charles.
“I’m Dickens. He’s Defenestrated.”
[The theme of the 13th Weekly Challenge at the 100 Word Stories Podcast is, of course, defenestrate.]