He had to get the boy to the coast. To keep

He had to get the boy to the coast. To keep the torch lit, the torch inside. He pushed his son along deserted highways in a broken ice cream vending cart. They never ate dessert.

Over the following weeks hope faded. They passed not a single soul. Cows regarded them with real interest as the walked slowly along the empty byways, but no people emerged.

Zack and Loran were losing their minds. Not a surprise, if it's to be recalled that they saw their parents exploded to pieces right before their eyes. And they're just children.

The display was grotesque. Scattered brains and splattered intestines everywhere. It was definitely a sight filled with horror; one they'd never forget.

"But enough about my weekend!" chortled Jenny, "how's the new job going?" "I got sacked," muttered Dulcie, "my boss didn't mind one ferret but she gave birth & her maternal aggress

ion kicked in & she attacked my cubicle mate Clarice's mamba. That wasn't the worst. My ferret fed the gerbils running the copier to her young. The boss is an animal lover but

I, being raised in the circus by my clown parents, had a good sense of humor & a way with pets. After that slight mishap with my ferret at the office, though, my boss was pretty

unforgiving. The ferret had been in his cage, I swore to my boss, but he just wasn't buying it. He said, "Why don't you just go back to the circus," where I'd be better off, and I

was struck by just how incomprehensible my boss was. Circus? What the hell does that mean? Ferret or no ferret, I'm not taking this guff, so I fought back, "Yeah, well why don't yo

u go jump in a lake!" It was lame,real lame, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. My boss thought it was funny though,so he invited me to go with him. Twas nice.