Originally on ficly.com. I really liked the story but it fell like a wet paper towel on the kitchen floor. Wet from blood…and feces. Any shits, my favorite thing is a hook line. A final uppercut at the end of stories, and this is my favorite.
There are few things I actually know for sure. At this age you should probably be more certain, but alas, mysteries abound.
One thing I know is that a bull is colorblind. They don’t hate the color red. I am missing most of my thigh muscle in my left leg, which was carefully dressed in drab black when I learned the errors of my ways.
Another thing I know is that the love of a woman will be the greatest happiness and sadness you can know. And you will love and cherish those emotions.
The last thing I know for sure, is that there was a tiny ship that for a time was orbiting the earth. It spun madly around the world, faster and faster until it lost its trajectory and burned up in the atomsphere. It was a glorious meteor of metal and passenger.
Inside the ship was a dead dog.