February 24, 2006

Short Story

Via The Man Who Couldn’t Blog, I found out about Mike Topp and his blog. I guess I’m dumb because I’d never heard of him. He’s had me laughing out loud several times, which is several times more than most writing. Like Stella.

The other night, as I was falling asleep--which is usually a creative time of things that don’t make sense--I composed three very short stories. Here’s one. This was the night after a stayed up all night taking care of Olivia so my mind was firing weird. Not quite funny.


My dad’s friend, someone’s uncle, had a skull for a head. He wasn’t gaunt-looking or thin, he had an actual skull for a head, like Eddie from Iron Maiden. Inside the skull there was flesh. He had gums. He had eyes. So he was able to eat. We were sitting in a restaurant, a diner, talking seriously. He was wearing a v-neck sweater. I couldn’t stop staring at him, then it became normal. Some people looked over, then stopped. He carried himself well. He was articulate.


The Man Who Couldn't Blog said...

Mike is remarkable. He used to send stuff to me at Monkeybicycle and I always wanted to use it. We created a little secondary poem window basically just for him.

Here's a link to some of his stuff on MB.

I like the very short piece. I'm glad skull carried himself well.

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