The Sea Monster was incredible. Dubbed “Marvin the Gatorfish”, it was uncovered near the opening of the tunnel under the sea during reconstruction after the Great Quake. Carla went toward the gate. She had worked three months on Marvin. The wear and tear during the facial reconstruction was excruciating on her hands.
Satisfied with her art, she lay down her tools, took off her coveralls, stepped into the shower and let it run over her sore muscles.
When done, she picked up the phone and dialed her art dealer. “It’s ready”.
Reflecting on his life, John sat alone in front of the television in an agitated coffee induced state. After 75 years on this good old Earth, what had he accomplished? He had degrees and certificates, but he was feeling empty.
He was being critical of himself and his wife Moira, knew that he was depressed having lost his best friend, Bobby recently.
“What about writing a story about some of your shenanigans you pulled?”
“Remember when you added moonshine to the drinking water at the Old-Timers League. Wasn’t it 22 to nothing?”