Short Fiction and the musings of an unknown writer, talking to the wind.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Maudlin, Very Maudlin
We rode turtles first, or at least we tried. The logic was that they were slow, but large enough to carry a person and unlikely to be very much trouble. We had to sleep atop them, to ensure that we had enough time to get to work. We set them in the right direction and then while we dreamt they would turn about and you'd end up in the most peculiar places. Clearly, this was not the answer we were looking for.