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    "It's time to head to the Bazaar!", George said with glee. It was his favorite thing to do on his days off. It was one of the only things that the entire family was able to do together. "Kids, get yourselves dressed and ready, we leave in ten minutes. I'm going to go see if your grandmother wants anything."

    With some trepidation, George climbed the stairs to his grandmother's bedroom. He knocked on her door, "Mamo? Are you awake?" he called softly half hoping she was still asleep.

    He heard rustling inside the room, "Well, come in already Georgie, Don't dawdle." George rolled his eyes, and sighing opened the door. He was surprised to see her out of bed, and at her dressing table applying lipstick. She looked at him in the mirror, "You didn't think I was going to let you go without me did you?" She stood up to examine herself in the mirror. As she turned, her raiment glittered from the golden thread and small jewels sewn in to it. George was astonished that this woman who had not been out of the house in twenty years was suddenly dressed and anxious to go. As if reading his mind, she said, "Come now son, you didn't think I would let you choose the Conch Shell I need for my next project?"


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    As late afternoon settled into evening, Jill sped along the narrow highway sandwiched between twin faces of rock, accompanied by her passenger, Jack, a hitchhiker she had picked up some miles back. He was a strange fellow, Jack—not the sort of guy with whom most women would feel at ease to find themselves in confinement. But then, Jill wasn't exactly the sort of woman whose presence most men found tolerable. And she found herself fascinated by him.

    "I think I love you."

    "You do?" Stealing a quick sideways glance, Jill smiled. "Why is that?"

    After a few moments of silence, Jack exhaled loudly. "We-ell," he said, running a fingertip across Jill's bare leg, "it's difficult to say. Various random but easily justified reasons, I suppose. Does it matter?"

    "An impudent response."

    "So it was. Shall I search my, uh, heart for another?"

    "No, no," Jill laughed. "I loved it. More sauce, please."


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    "It doesn't matter why​ they're dressed as a tiger. Have they got my leg?" —Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life

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    I dislike and oppose your empty recitation and lack of competence in your horribly over limber dancing in Swan Lake.

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    The boss was a megalomaniac. As if his successfully orchestrating the lunchtime rush at a fast food restaurant would reverberate down through history. Jane tried to keep her own monomaniacal obsession with killing the guy under control. She maneuvered the cumbersome case of frozen beef patties past him, envisioning putting gunpowder in his cigarettes or shoving his face into the vat of french fry grease.

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    "The ozone generators are back online", Dominykas hollered into his radio over the noise of the generators. His thick Baltic accent making it even more difficult to understand him. "I believe this will satisfy my portion of the contract."

    He stepped out of the room, and in to the frigid nighttime temperatures, and limped to his horse. After checking the girth, he mounted and road back towards the barracks.

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    Ever since that disastrous day on the ski slope, Phil had been depressed. With three fractures in his right leg, he sat there in a stupid wheelchair watching stupid shit on TV, knowing that all his plans for the next six months had faded. He reached for his glass. It was full ten minutes ago, so what had happened? Had he really drunk that much Scotch? Where was Dory, anyway? They had both been so excited about going on that Mediterranean cruise, and now what? Nothing. Nothing but TV and Scotch for the next god-knows-how-many-weeks.

    “Dory!” he called. “Where the fuck are you?”

    No answer. Maybe she had gone shopping. Maybe she was with her girlfriend. Maybe…Damn it all! He wheeled himself over to the liquor cabinet.

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    She was kneeling in the dahlia bed, watching a hirsute spider cannibalize its mate, when the idea came to her. The concept of hiding a body in the freezer was neither new nor promising when it came to not getting discovered. But if she literally butchered her reprobate husband and stored the individual cuts of meat, the crime stood a good chance of going undetected. She wondered what sort of wine would go best with leg of Larry.

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    Sarah sat back in her chilly, cucumber chair and contemplated the college sophomore sitting in her office. Now that they had decided to legalize romantic daydreams, she was open to napping with him and seeing where it went. No one was more surprised when the squelch of an alarm in her office, told her she had already gone too far.

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    Bartholomew Clapworth’s commentary had been a slap in the face: “another example of a simplistic wannabe.” The words still rang in Shemp’s mind. Simplistic wannabe! He wanted to strangle the guy. But why should he torture himself over the opinion of some erratic, irrational, egotistical so-called art critic? Just because Clapworth wrote for a fancy-schmancy magazine didn’t mean diddly. That asshole was so stuck in the past—so pertinacious in his adoration of Caravaggio, of all people—that he might as well have lived a thousand years ago.

    Shemp had gone out on the lake to try to clear his mind. He had pulled up the centerboard in his sailboat, and a warm wind was just strong enough to pull him gently along the surface. He sat back, letting his imagination drift. That large canvas in his studio. He hadn’t known where to start. But now, allowing his view of water and sky to merge in his mind, he began to visualize a boat moving along smoothly and being manned by—a penguin! Why not? What a terrific idea! He grabbed the tiller and headed back to shore.

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    The bereaved bowed their kiwi shaped invisible heads as they tried to manipulate the surge of heat coming from the invisible kiwi shaped oven.

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    The necrophiliacs gathered at the cemetery closest to the antimatter reactor. They had gathered to complete, what they felt was a sublime act without recrimination. The area had been evacuated as the antimatter reactor would melt down soon.

    They gathered in mock solemnity, until the smell from a fart swept across the gathering.

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    The Fifth Squad had been receiving more and more complaints about the Peep Creep, a man who had been seen peering into women’s windows in South Brainbridge over the past six months. Not only was this sort of thing offensive, it could be highly dangerous. One woman who noticed a face at her window let out a scream that could be heard a block away.

    Since the activity seemed to be increasing lately, Ben Allford, who was leading the investigation, had come to expect another incident about every three nights. Last week, a long-time Bainbridge denizen gave him a tumble: There was a chance the peeper worked for the Department of Sanitation, since the incidents often took place about the time garbage was being picked up in the immediate area.

    Towering over the whole ugly thing was the fear that the peeper would escalate. Everybody in South Bainbridge remembered a case from seven years ago, when three sorority sisters complained about a peeping Tom and were paid scant attention by the authorities. Three weeks later, they were found murdered in their beds.

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    The witch rode in on her thyme scented broom and before she could rinse off her carpal inflected wrist she had to consider whether to devaluate her worth.

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    It was midnight—12:21, to be exact—and Jill was sitting in the kitchen of her home, sipping a cup of coffee, while her neighbour, Jack, fiddled in the basement. Her electricity had been flickering a lot lately and Jack, being a great guy as well as a geek, had offered to take a look-see.

    Half-asleep and gaining by the minute, Jill's boredom was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the foyer, moving down the hallway and into the dining room. It wasn't Jack—unless, playing the monkey, he'd climbed through one of the basement windows and re-entered the house through the front door. No, it was someone else. An intruder.

    Abandoning her coffee, Jill went to confront her uninvited guest, but as she stepped through the doorway, the lights went out. "Um... Hey there, home invader," she called into the dark room. "Er, I guess the power's out." Silence. "Anyway, I'm sure it will come as no surprise when I say you're not welcome here. And I was rather hoping to see you out. Unfortunately, well, I can't see you at all." Jill paused. "Hey, ever play Marco Polo? It's a fun game. If you'd prefer, you can whistle a catchy tune, or, better, state your full name and address so I can pass it along to the local authorities, whom I'll be calling just as soon as—"

    A crash sounded from the basement, followed by Jack's distant shout: "I could use some f-ing help down here!"

    "Oops," said Jill. "Pardon me, home invader. It appears my neighbour—who, by the way, had the decency to ring the doorbell and wait to be invited into my home—is in need of some assistance. I ask that you please wait here until I return to tackle you. In the meantime, you may wish to scavenge any items you may find in the vicinity which could serve to protect you from serious harm. I fully intend to come at you with all ferocity."

    After retrieving a flashlight, Jill approached the basement door and shone the beam on the staircase. "What happened? Are you all right?"

    "Yes, I'm fine," replied Jack, as he limped into the kitchen. "I fell down the stairs."

    "I assume you shut the power off?"

    "In a way," Jack shrugged. "The wiring in this house is in a rather advanced state of disrepair. And I think the breeze created by my movement shifted the cables enough to sever the connection."

    "They snapped?"

    "Long ago. As unbelievable as this may sound, none of the cables were actually attached to the service panel."

    "Then how was the power on at all?" asked Jill.

    "Ah... There was a lot of electricity jumping around down there. The whole area's scorched."

    "Oh my. But the system's repairable?"

    Jack shook his head. "I'd prefer to use the term 'replaceable'. You're probably going to want to rewire the entire house. Everything I could see was original. Experimental, even. Hippo tusks, poodle fur, spam tins and the like." He paused. "I'd suggest selling, but it might be difficult to find someone willing to purchase this house in its present condition."

    "I did."

    "Indeed. You're exceptionally ignorant."

    "Mm. Thanks. I appreciate your candour," said Jill as she escorted Jack to the front door. "And thanks for your help. You may very well have saved my life."

    "Well, I am a hero," said Jack. "Good night."

    "Good night, Jack." Jill shut the door and started back to the kitchen. As she passed the dining room, she remembered the mysterious intruder. "Now, I hope—" she began as she entered the room just as the flashlight expired. "Oh. I'm out of battery." Silence. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll fetch a candle."

    After retrieving a candle, Jill returned to the dining room. "Okay, we've got an open flame in the room, so be mindful of that as you struggle, because if you cause my house to catch fire, I, er..." She trailed off as she saw the dining room was empty. "Strange," she mused. "I would swear the footfalls I heard sounded heavier than those of a chicken."


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    The clamour in the departure lounge began to drop, along with the enthusiasm for travelling, as the would-be passengers accepted the inevitability of spending the night in the airport. The blizzard had roads as well as runways socked in. But one man in particular had good reason for an inflated level of anxiety. The bomb now in the bowels of the baggage handling area was on a timer.

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    James knew he had to lose weight, yet he couldn’t stop munching. An hour ago it was pizza, and now it was a huge slice of Edam. Chewing the cheese, he wondered if he was actually going to be able to play the role of Billy Bigelow in “Carousel.” The fictional Billy was young and muscular, and the actor James had put on a belly so big that even a girdle couldn’t conceal it. When he agreed to do the role three months ago, he barely managed to look fit, but since then he must have gained thirty pounds.

    He had set the alarm, and now the jangling bell reminded him that it was time to set out for the theater for the first rehearsal. How would people react when they saw him? Did he have the fortitude to go through what might be a complete humiliation? Blanketing everything was his knowledge that this was all his fault. He could have exerted control over his appetite. He didn’t have to snack all the time on pizza, did he? Or cheese, chocolate, ice cream, cake, cookies, peanuts, popcorn and so much more. But his determination to reform had gone down the toilet, and so—he feared—had his career.

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    The high-pitched veeeeeeep of an opening zipper brought Jill into sluggish consciousness. Behind her, she heard the rustle of thin, nylon fabric followed by a second veeeeeeep. Then more rustling. And another veeeeeeep.

    Rolling over, she saw a dark form crouched at the side of the tent. Her boyfriend, Jack. "What are you doing?"

    "Gotta take a whiz," he mumbled, running his hands blindly along the tent wall.

    "That's the window."

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    "That's the window, Jack."

    "Unh?" A pause. Rustling. "No, s'not." Rustling.

    Groaning inwardly, Jill realized the source of Jack's confusion: The tent door had a zipper. He was using a zipper. Therefore, he was at the tent door. But what he really was was drunk.

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    And he'd reduce the tent to tatters before he figured it out.

    Jill sighed and sat up. Turning the lantern on, she unzipped the door, folding it back to give Jack a clear, refulgent view of the exit. "Here." Here, boy. This way, Jack.

    His gaze drifted toward her, focusing in a series of stuporous blinks. "I know s'window. Know all about it," he disavowed. "I was jush—whadju do with'th'teapot?"

    After a brief feigned search for the elusive teapot, Jack crawled over and stumbled out the doorway. Jill let the tent flap fall but didn't bother closing it. Chances were, she'd have to help him back in, too.

    Frustration began to build as Jill thought about the situation she was in—including, of course, the seminal event that had effectively served as a condemnation. They'd been dating for more than three years, but it was only in the last few weeks Jack had started drinking to excess. And when he did... Well, he was like a child. One Jill was forced to care for. Which was the last thing she needed. Because two months ago, she had found out she was pregnant.


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    "Forgive the imposition--I apologize for breaking into the midst of your conversation, but I overheard you discussing the proposed use of wax moth larvae to digest plastic waste. Unfortunately, the solutions to the problems we ourselves create don't materialize quite that simply. For one thing, the larvae break the plastic down into poisonous ethylene glycol--something else we'd have to deal with. And their natural food is beeswax. Can you imagine the hive devastation if masses of the adult moths escaped into the world?"

    The three young women turned and started walking away. One of them looked over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed. Another muttered, "Probably a bloody PETA activist. Gets her jollies pitching red paint at fur coats."

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    Jack and Jill left the arena, hand in hand, and began the long trek through the parking lot in search of their car. "That was, without a doubt, the loudest concert ever!" shouted Jack.

    "Sure was," Jill agreed. "Nary a doubt. The whole of Russia heard it."

    "Well, of course." Jack pointed a finger toward the perfectly level, car studded horizon. "The whole of Russia's just across the way, on the other side of this parking lot. I mean this is, without a doubt, the biggest strip of asphalt in the known universe."

    "I read somewhere the world's supply of sand was seized for use in its construction."

    "Believe it. Every grain of sand that has ever existed is right here, beneath our feet."

    "How exciting!" Jill gave Jack's hand a squeeze. "It's like the coolest beach on the planet."

    "Of all time," added Jack. "You hungry?"

    "I've never been hungrier. My stomach has eaten itself as well as my bladder and is now eyeballing the rest of my innards." Jill frowned.

    Jack gave her a crude wink. "Aw, you may be a complete mess on the inside, but you're still the prettiest girl who's ever lived."

    "That was literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said, ever."

    "Whoa." Jack sidestepped to avoid a car inching out of a parking spot. "That guy almost mowed me down!" he complained, looking over his shoulder with a scowl. "Damn."

    "Eyes glued to the dashcam," Jill observed. "Crazy! Are you okay?"

    "It's too early to tell. But I know one thing for sure. I've definitely been at least moderately traumatized. For life." He paused. "Indeed, I now realize I'll never truly get over this incident. Every single time I approach the nose of a parked car, my survival instincts will kick in and I'll ready myself to jump out of the way at the slightest hint of movement."

    "Like a warrior." Jill's eyes grew wide. "The strongest and bravest—if not the most benevolent—of men!"

    "Kinda like that, yeah, I guess," said Jack, blushing. "So, uh..."

    "Why Jack, is that embarrassment I sense?" Jill teased.

    "I've never been more embarrassed in my life," admitted Jack. "But I'm over it now. Ah. Here's the car, right where we left it."


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