Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Day of the Whale

A whale moved slug like down the street. People danced out of the shops and restaurants and tore pieces from the side of the whale. Gore dappled their clothes as they feasted on the raw blubber. A helicopter floated low and warned the gathering that this was a wild animal and not an event provided for their entertainment and consumption. Spray trucks moved in afterwards to handle the massive amounts of vomit and gore. Ambulance blimps wedged through buildings, their beds overfilled. The wounded whale had disappeared. Its presence became a rumor. Children sighted massive eyes popping out of sewer grates. Whale songs echoed out of toilet bowls.

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