Beaches aswarm with humans as dark clouds roll ashore; thunder in the distance.
Hopeful sharks cruise the shallows, lifeguards slumber peacefully in soundproof huts.
Overworked Ferris wheel takes its revenge, flinging portly Sunday afternooners to their salty demise in the chop.
Fleet ghosts shimmer briefly on the horizon, then vaporize again to ride the ether to another time, another shore.
Someone feeds chocolate to a dog.
Category: Little Stories
A Star Is Born
A long time ago I was talking to Christie Brinkley. And I said “Christie, are you ever dissatisfied with your life and the choices you’ve made?” And she didn’t say anything and I thought it was because she was thinking it over. But actually it was because she was just a little baby at the time and she couldn’t talk yet. But I learned an important lesson that day, which is that talking to celebrities is largely pointless.
Hope
They were tall and lean and had golden skin, and they came from the stars. They showed us the errors of our ways, without judgement or malice. They gave us gifts of science and wisdom that ended fear and scarcity and greed. Ultimately, they saved us from ourselves. But they were all named Flapnoodle, so it was hard to stop giggling.
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