Saturday, June 04, 2016
The Edge of the Moon
-So pretty! And yet what a tragic flaw!
-How would you characterize it?
-Gas!
-Gracious!
-She could really rip 'em. Industrial Strength!
Emptied rooms.
-How embarrassing for her! Sought medical...?
-Every Gastric Mavin from here to...!
-New Haven? Romance must have been a problem.
-You think? You'd think! But she met a guy
at a Gas-X display who hugely admired her.
Looked forward to a contest!
-Some sort of roughneck longshoreman or something?
-Librarian.
-Li-BRAR...!
-But, not a rival in the sound department, fortunately for the profession. Mostly SBD, him.
-Silent but Deadly! Even so, for decorum in the
hushed precincts...?
-But, the library in a new building with good
odor handling capacity. Though hardly perfect.
Occasionally the custodians did a sweep, believing some critter had crawled in and died.
-Did they marry? There couldn’t be rivals.
-Outdoor ceremony. Windswept. More than a few
passed out, even so. And they wrote some raucous metal cauterwailings into the proceedings, courtesy of Jan, John, and the Smashgods!
-Extraordinary!
-Was that! Is!
-How they getting on?
-Not bad! He still admires her greater gifts!
Two years have passed, no pun.
-Any blessed event?
-Oh yes! Pregnancy magnified her problems,
of course.
-I can imagine!
-Not really. No one could.
-At any rate...?
-Staff muscled a fan used in
mining into the Delivery Room.
-Enter Junior, or Jasmine?
-Junior. And already a virtuoso of rear
musicality.
-Someone should write an opera!
-He's on his way to that in performance!
-Christening?
-Father Mike chose the high school ballpark.
-Worried about Stations of the Cross disintegrating?
-How’d you guess?
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