Three Sisters – 24 JUL 2013

20130724-064705.jpg
This is my three sisters patch as of right now. Thanks to the Mandan Native American tribe for coming up with this scheme.

We interrupt your surfing for this important announcement:

Yesterday a horse in Manchester, England crapped on the floor of a McDonald’s restaurant in what may be the most appropriate act of defiance in equine history. The equestrian atop the horse had been denied the opportunity to purchase questionable convenience foods at the drive-through, leading to the incident aforementioned.

Read the entire story here.

And now we return you to your usual online prowl already in progress.

COME: The End of the World as We Know It

“Come on,” she pleaded. “The ship leaves soon.”

“Do you think we’ll ever come back? Our people, I mean.” He was stalling – searching in the mess of their evacuation.

“Probably not. This place will be uninhabitable.”

He picked up a book, considered it a moment, then tossed it aside.

He saw it. “Here!” He dislodged the artifact from a pile and displayed it.

“That.”

“To help us remember where we came from.”

She checked the time. “We’ll never make it now!”

“Sure we will. I know a shortcut.” he said, taking her by the hand. “Come on.”


This flash fiction in 97 words was crafted for The M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan.

It was inspired by this article.