A Blind Item From a Local Tabloid
College boys from a nearby state university stole a tombstone, exhumed the inevitable. They did not understand that it was a waste to recycle the bones of dead relatives. They could have swirled wine from fermented cemetery grass, could have used a specific jar for that, a specific lid to that jar of yellow-green darkness, could have scooped water from a pond where twenty-five frogs frog-hopped in parallel trajectories so that their paths (the frogs) would not collide.
(first appeared in Slurve Magazine #2, Jan 2008)