Oh, dear, he thought as the figure slowly became two. He quickly dialed the doctor.
“The results aren’t quite what we expected. What’s our plan B?”
As cereal swirled around them, the Toads patted their swollen wheat bellies and grabbed their insulin, then waved their last goodbyes to their former life. The prospect of all carbs forever sent them westward toward the promise of fruits and greens. As they turned toward California, the TV flickered a sad goodbye.
She traced the words etched into cold granite – Sam Jameson, 1989-2016. A cello was engraved below. He had been such a clown, balancing on that ledge for her entertainment, fine cellist fingers stretched into space. With nervous laughter she had pleaded with him to come down. If only he had listened.
Like tectonic plates
We bump and bruise, seeking supremacy.
Subduction zones are for geology,
And magma is rising in the chamber–
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Random musings on life, society, and politics.
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