Saturday, May 7, 2016

The pile

It was a hot day.  The Universe knew that on such a hot day the task would be arduous and thankless.   It cursed humanity for global warming under its breath as it took off its shirt and turned on a fan in preparation for the strenuous exercise. The universe looked around, found the shovel and made sure it had some cold water nearby for later. 

The first few shovel fulls were easy enough, but then the stench hit the Universe's nostrils.  As it paused to contemplate the pile of manure, The Universe was grateful for the fan because it seemed to dissipate some of the stench that emanated from the disturbed pile.  

The work progressed uneventfully, but eventually The Universe's arms began to ache.  It's foot slipped slightly on a fresh patch of manure and as The Universe steadied itself, its aching arm faltered and its wrist twisted awkwardly.


The Universe watched as if the event transpired in slow motion.  The shovel slipped from its grip and the load it was carrying flew through the air toward the fan.  And then it happened.   Donald Trump became the GOP candidate for the presidency of the United States of America. 

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