Bewildering Stories

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Ergon Blockhead

The sun was rising. Watching as the bright globe of light ascended into the sky, progressing in its journey into the firmament, I was collecting soil samples to be analyzed.

"Tranquillity, what are you doing?" someone asked.

I turned around. The voice belonged to Gblott Split+Infinitive, the postal worker. She seemed quite stupid today.

"Collecting soil samples."


"Yes, Gblott. I am collecting soil samples."

"For what?" Gblott asked.

Copyright 2002 by Ergon Blockhead.