Socrates on Skis (Sort Of)
How peaceful it is to glide around unannounced on flat pieces of plastic they call skis. Why plastic gives you a placid feeling inside is unknown.
How peaceful it is to glide around unannounced on flat pieces of plastic they call skis. Why plastic gives you a placid feeling inside is unknown.
You see, I’m a dead fish. My name is Robert III. You may be wondering, Who would name a fish? Well, all fish have names, thank you very much. Your next question might be, Wait, if you’re dead, how are you telling this story?
My mother still wants to know why he was the one. After all, for my whole life, I have wanted to be a chef, and now that I am one my life has been fulfilled. Until I met Luke, the most unlikely of all men.
I have never quite been
Just as confused
Than on that quiet and sad afternoon
As I lay on the ground
And watched joy abound
As the sun danced around with the moon
Although it was day
“I swear, if you do that one more time-”
“Like this?”
“Do NOT kick that! Do you want to die?”
“Is that a threat?”
“Ugh, no.”
“I promise this time!” Louisa cried as she watched the man across from her, desperation clogging up her throat. Eric’s shoulders sagged, as if the weight of choosing his next sentence might crush him.
After parties are good; I like after parties.
Especially with Ralph. Ralph is my best friend, who is so funny, but in a smart, almost whimsical way.
The Detective