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.