Archive for July, 2014

How Time’s Track is Sometimes Misplaced

He awoke noticing that the flames were starting to melt the soles 
of his sneakers. He rolled over to face Congolia and said: 
"There is no way we are going to beat this fire down the ravine! 
I think we're going to be here till its over." 

They, discussing the social significance of the rising price of 
concord grapes and fresh-caught sole, died in the flames. 

Later, when the river was dammed and the ravine had been filled 
with fresh water for several decades, a motor boat passed over 
their remains and its single passenger caught an undersized 
land-locked salmon directly over what once was their Saturday 
Bocce court. No one noticed.

The fisherman had been using an hand-made smelt lure and later 
that day noticed that his hands smelled fishy.

© 2017 What's That On the Road – A Head
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