Waves

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

The ice jangled in the amber liquid. He let fly a belly laugh at some expertly told joke. I approached unseen, caught him by surprise. Hello, I humbly offered. Albert, how are you? Well, sir, and you? No complaints. How goes the singing career? I could hear both admiration and condescension in his tone. Well enough as long as I have a day job. He chuckled at the quip. I once had aspirations, he stared into the whisky. To be a surfer if you can believe it; the waves. He paused. But no matter, I’d rather be managing director over riding waves any day, he laughed. I didn’t quite believe him.