We went to the Dickens’s fair today. Gail is fond of the blow-off at Mad Sal’s, so we got second row seats. When Sal made her appearance on the stage a stream of her company would hover close by and engage in some important exchange of direction. I told Gail I thought something was not right. “I think she is not well.” Gail said it could be diabeticly related. It seemed she was more interested in the show be great then being great in the show. Tonight she was the showman par excellent: Female contortionists and an operatic tenor. Bugger-off.
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The Slow Spiraling Advance
By Jeff Hite
The galaxy named Jim dipped and swirled as he charged through the intergalactic spaces. It had been too long since he had seen galaxy Stacy, and now that he’d spotted her, he was not about to let her go. It might take a while but he would catch up to each other.
Stacy knew the collision between the two of them would be spectacular, destroying entire star clusters but she couldn’t wait for Jim. She rearranged her dark matter. She couldn’t reverse her direction but she could slow her forward progress.
Now they are together slowly spiraling foreword toward oblivion.