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It had been such a long time since I had

  • It had been such a long time since I had a deluxe chimichanga from El Diablo's Taco Emporium, and I'm not sure I ever did, but I was suddenly overtaken by a craving for one, and I
  • had my legs in plaster from my skiing accident making it difficult to go anywhere. It all started when I flew to St. Moritz where I have a chalet. I planned spend the week skiing a
  • nd bobsledding in the Alps. The week in St. Moritz went fine until I broke my legs on the moguls on the last day - a golden eagle swooped down and grabbed the nose of my board.
  • And that's when I knew that my searching for where to start the city was over. It was a sign, an eagle clutching a snow board. I planted a flag on the ski slope and named the
  • Resort after King Richard I. He had created it from composted food which would have otherwise fed the rats. Pick your poison, in these post-collapse times. The Main Street shelter
  • was busting at the seams with unemployed Shakespearean actors who Leared at the cast of characters assembled in that Arcimboldian Hamlet, most of them mad
  • hatters that belonged more in Carroll than in the Bard but there they were demanding I cast them in something. I cast a spell to have them be the first of the lost Shakespearean pl
  • -anet to make contact with our Earth through the use of electronic hats. These hats, in the classic Shakespearean styles, transmitted brain waves into outer space through the use
  • of a telepathy rock, channeling through 88.1FM, 98.3FM, and a few others.
  • The signal was always fuzzy, though, and listeners became irritated by the low quality sound waves. "To hell with it," they'd say, turning the dial and plunging into silence.

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