“Under the
sea, darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me!”
Jacques
Cousteau* #quote
Today I hung
out with CJ, playing video games, and some such. (The LA Noire one, I
was driving...I managed to damage our car so much it lit on fire.)
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
One Of The
Last Dinosaur's Last Thoughts
(Huh, that's
weird, that looks like a rock in the sky. That doesn't make sense.
Rocks don't fly.)
(Yeah, rocks
don't fly! They don't even have wings!)
(But there it
is flying. Huh. Maybe I should tell Ted about this. A flying rock is
interesting.)
(Hmm? That's
weird, the flying rock is getting bigger.)
(That's
impossible. Rocks don't grow. That's just silly.)
(Ohhh, wait,
wait I think I figured it out...it's a falling rock!)
(Dunno, where
it fell from though.)
(Lemme see if
moving helps me figure out where it's falling from.)
(Nope, no
matter where I go I don't see any place where it could have dropped
from.)
(Looks like it
just came from the sky above. How strange.)
(Oh, um, wow,
it just keeps lookin' bigger and bigger.)
(By my scales
it's on fire too. That can't be good.)
(Maybe I should
run now.)
(OH CRIPES!)
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