Twisters

The happiness-is-fleeting crowd ran right past the gorgeous chocolate waterfall. They acknowledged it, but kept running. They couldn’t stop.

It rained enough that everyone knew his underwear bore brightly coloured polka dots. This was the revenge of his linen suit. And his hubris.

The Minotaur is lonely in the parking garage, maligned and misunderstood. He resents what he has become. What he really hates is the exhaust.

Before things turned bad and the great illness came from the sky, life was normal and sunny and there was love, but now there’s not so much.