Monthly Archives: October 2009

He detailed the dispensation of every finger. Bones. Major organs. Where to bury his eyes — a Malibu beach. For years I kept Marty on ice. Years. Who knew Marty had that sort of testament?

Marty was more than a snitch. He was family. A last request is a brother’s duty.

I’m digging a grave, son. My life’s work laid bare. A macabre undertaking, but I’ve excavated this plot with an archaeologist’s care, with fine brushes and twine lines. Every artifact was artfully placed.

But who will fill your grave, I ask.

The old man bends brittle and weeps.

Not I!

For breakfast, Jayne and Smithy sample strawberry, blueberry, and peach flavored Frills.

Smithy removes sleep suppressors from his eyes. Jayne? Is that a neural stimulator? It’s holiday! Abner should rest. Trimester exams won’t start for another hour.

Jayne keeps the device cupped to her stomach.

She knows.

Every minute counts.

Our flat Earth proved simpler.

But we couldn’t wrap our heads around those unrepentant cartographers. We toasted swift journeys and shipped their brigs over the horizon.

As expected, those rascals never found the bearing home. Their skulls roll around dry ocean beds.

Oh, we dammed the rivers. Another easy fix.