Monday, September 26, 2011

Adrift in the Sea

  Malcolm needed time alone. What with the lay-off, the house fire, the zombie uprising (followed by the zombie rebellion against the zombie czar), the magic bean fiasco, and the local pizza boy slayer still on the loose, Malcolm just needed a breather. The sea spray in his face was a welcome reminder that there was a world beyond all that. A world full of cold, stinging saltiness, frigid night air, and the sickening rocking of the boat.

  Malcolm sighed with contentment.

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