THE
GIANT EYEBALL
By Sara Jacobelli
"We
were looking for a place to grow weed, in Mississippi, in the middle of nowhere,
of course," Roger pauses for effect, "and then we see this giant eyeball,
right there in the middle of the sky."
"An
eyeball?" I'm nursing a hangover, feeling suspicious about this eyeball story.
"Wait,
I didn't get to the weird part of it yet." Roger splashes Crystal onto his
scrambled eggs. "The funny thing is, we all saw it. Peter and Bonnie and
Moriarty and me."
"Yeah,
so."
"One
by one they forgot about the eyeball. I'm the only one who remembers it."
Copyright
© Sara Jacobelli
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NEFARIOUS
AQUARIUS
By John H. Dromey
Whether
the land was sinking from overpopulation or the ocean was rising as a result of
climate change, the outcome would surely be the same. The Islanders were doomed
unless they did something to save themselves.
The
industrious inhabitants of the atoll constructed a humongous raft.
"Traditionally,
seagoing vessels are considered to be feminine," their leader said. "Let's
call her Hope."
"Always
looking on the bright side, eh?" one of his less sycophantic aides commented.
"Optimistic right to the very end."
"Don't count us out
yet. Keep in mind the old saying: It isn't over until the flat lady sinks."
Copyright
© John H. Dromey
