Prose, poetry, fiction, and rambles from people with a bit too much time on their hands.

wait, what?

Cars sped by the sidewalk in front of the bar, their drivers clearly lost in their own worlds of bluetooth headsets and radio talk shows.

A man took a drag from his cigarette. It was his third that night.

His friend, standing next to him, held a lukewarm beer.

He stated, nonchalant and unintentionally deadpan, “After all, something so preposterous as a flying elephant can’t possibly be in my backyard.”


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