Wednesday, July 27, 2016

969. In among the dillweeds

After so long, the garden had swallowed up the yard, creeping eventually to the tiny strip of grass on the other side of the sidewalk.
This created a vague notion of a miniature jungle smelling of a spice cupboard.
It gave the abandoned thises and thats in the yard a real Hollywood-end-of-the world feel.
Near the carport, tendrils snaking out from some kind of squash quietly choked a hobby horse.

Monday, July 25, 2016

968. Picks

The little river that flowed through our little city was running slower than normal.
Its laziness anticipated a languid summer afternoon that was already coming to form.
As I walked, I passed a septet of cyclists on one of those seven-person bicycles.
The last cyclist made no attempt at cycling, picking instead at a Sabbath song on an old banjo.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

967. The Egg Man

It was a tidy little shelf - like a spice rack.
The man had sprinkled each level with bits of hay for warmth and cushioning.
In each small receptacle he had placed an egg.
The beam of his flashlight illuminated the life growing inside: chicken, chicken, peacock, flamingo, pterodactyl. 

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

966. Under Arm

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That's because, after two years, the mind-controlling slugs - which we add to give you that tingly-clean feeling - begin to wake up.
Next thing you know, it's war, and dystopia, and OH THE HUMANITY!
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Monday, July 4, 2016

965. The radio stations in our teeth

Siddhartha Freed craned his neck to search for the radio stations that played in his teeth.
He thrust his jaw forward, trying to get better reception.
His faced scrunched and bunched this way and that trying to get at that station that played all those Gotye songs.
On the balance, it was strange goings on for a Wendy's in Middle America.