The Joy of a Banana_An Absurd (And Absurdly Literal) Interpretation of the Great Beyond_What Not to
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The Joy of a Banana
Karen Gleb was a disagreeable old woman. Every fold on her wrinkled face contributed to her resting scowl. And yet, the yellow bananas greeted her as she passed through the produce department like a hundred sunny upturned smiles. It made the town’s resident battle-ax sick with disgust. Mrs. Gleb glared at a woman loading her cart with bananas. Freak, thought Mrs. Gleb. Sure, the fruit tasted okay. But only a dippy clown would want such a goofy-looking thing sitting in her kitchen all week long. Instead, Karen loaded her cart with radishes, chard, liver, and brine. The natural opposites of ban...
An Absurd (And Absurdly Literal) Interpretation of the Great Beyond
He gazed out from behind his coal black eyes at the mountain. It stood there, freshly blanketed with the snow that was both the beauty and the essence of life for him. Staring at this holy place he could not help but think of his cosmic insignificance. The permanence, the ancientness of the mountain in comparison to his transient existence did not fill him with dread though. Instead, he found hope in that permanence, confidence in that ancient and everlasting presence. A sensation of familiarity arose in him as the sun crested over the peak, the sunlight reflecting off the fresh snow. He had b...
What Not to Say to an Armed Robber
Hot black coffee spills through the counters and down onto the drawers. It creeps to the floor and spreads like fire. Steam rises from the ground, wherwww.onedoor.cce the brown stains begin to form on the white kitchen tiles. The river of coffee floats over the refrigerator and under the dungeon of doom. The space under the fridge has never seen the light; those who enter will never exit. The coffee joins the quarter and the business card for a real estate agent. They’ve lived there for two years, and now they welcome a new liquid friend to their home. The coffee continues to drip from the machine. The hot ...
Argenteus, Humilis, Mitis (or, The Traveller and the Mooners)
Argenteus, humilis, mitis. Three words, a mantra, on every piece of cloth in sight. Banners proclaiming the motto hang in halls and from parapets, blue and luminous white. Flags, billowing in the cold, desert night, sport a spearpoint, a sparrow and an outstretched hand at the centre of a radiant circle, stitched to catch the argentine mid-night light in a striking display. The vesture of the priests in the shrines, the guards outside the walls and the beasts of burden in the stables bear the same emblems, marking their society and shared purpose. High above the paltry symbols and imitations t...