"In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be."
I had an idea as I was driving home yesterday talking to myself. I invite you to post in the comments “Things you know you will never hear but really wish you would.”
I will start you out.
“As chief curator of this aquarium I refuse to believe there is something fishy going on.”
"I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed."
Hello there my old chest of drawers.
I’ve decided to take up writing again, but as always I never have time to finish a thought, or have the time but no thought to finish.
In any event, here is an opening. Any opinions?
ML
It was a moment of truth. The very history of human civilization hung on what would happen in the next 13 seconds. He slipped the 1971 Volkswagen Superbeetle out of fourth gear and into overdrive. If he was correct, the force of the spinning flywheel would engage the particle accelerator and jerk it into motion with enough force to keep the subatomic particles spinning long after the force dissipated. But laws were laws and if not for the electro magnet powered by the idling gas engine, the particles would eventually slow to a stop.
The thud and shudder of accelerator engaging shook the car. There was a not quite faint electric hum from under the front hood where the trunk should have been. He smiled as he watched the gas engine’s RPM gage fall to an idle as the speedometer stayed steady at 55 miles an hour. He drove for an hour on the open expressway just to make sure.
On the was home his thought ran thusly: There is so much of the universe and so little is applied to it. Take the car. Everyone was looking for a cheap alternative to gas, and there was a lot of nuclear technology that was, since it was not making bombs, just sitting around. He was very surprised that he was the first to think of it. It was so simple. True he had cobbled the whole thing together out of second hand lead for shielding, a lot of old magnets, a few coffee cans and some wax. And if the thing fell apart at the seems he could end up in the center of a very small but certainly deadly nuclear explosion. The plain and simple fact was he couldn’t afford gas and he was damned if he was going to buy a new car.
“Mr. Pond, You are one clever son of a gun.” He smiled to himself as he turned into his driveway. He was totally unaware that he had been watched all day.
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