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True Story
"Funky kewl," I said, picking up the
ping pong ball and examining it thoroughly.
Who would think? A tie-dye ping pong ball.
Quite vivacious, actually. Just sitting here, all alone, in this wide open
parking lot.
I almost wish it had friends, to keep it company. There could be a plaid
ping pong ball, a polka dotted ping pong ball, and ping pong ball wearing
bellbottoms...
I think I'll make up a word for this ping pong ball. A word describing ping
pong balls in bold colours sitting all alone in an empty parking lot near
a Crush can.
"I christen thee," said I, holding up the Nikon camera to my eye, "phib!"
I snapped a picture the instant I said the word.
I pulled down the camera and lay on the parking lot next to a sun crisp dead
worm, staring at my bare feet behind my flares.
The End.
Wait, that's not all.
After a time, I saw a crow drive by me in a 1956 Camero, red. A really groovy
1956 Camero. But groovy wasn't a word until the sixties, so I'd better think
up a fifties word for it.
"Um..." I began brilliantly.
I straightened up and watched it go past, and when it had gone, I stood up
and dusted off my bum, glancing around. It was gone, but the responsibility
of calling it a word was still left on my shoulders.
Like a tie-dye ping pong ball.
At that instant, the world decided that it was bored of the same old same
old, and promptly turned upside down. Firstly, I was afraid of falling into
the sky, until I remembered I was wearing groovy suction cup shoes. Which
I wasn't wearing before, but that's besides the point.
And I watched the ping pong ball fall up into the sky and get stuck in a
cloud, and I remember opening my gob and saying, "I do wish that ping pong
ball hadn't gone up, er, down, rather, there." For you see, I had made quite
good friends with it, and the dead worm and Crush can, too, that I grew
immediately lonely.
What to do, what to do. I could untie the shoes, and fall up with the ball,
but then who'd get me out of the cloud?
I ran into a dilemma.
Don't worry, I didn't leave the ping pong ball down there. It's a rather
long story, but it came out in the end with a ping pong ball wearing bellbottoms
and a rather stubborn three-headed coin. |