April 6, 2011

The wheels of the universe turned toward the singular wink in time when the swimming pool in Sylvia Proll’s backyard would be a portal into the 16th dimension. Sylvia jackknifed and entered the water at the critical wink. She certainly was surprised to find herself supervising bingo in one corner of a trade union hall populated mostly by striped firemen and firewomen dancing a polka on clattering boards while singing the praises of the local food distribution co-op. And when a man of sorts offered to give her Thursday, she threw caution to the winds and accepted. Happily, Thursday turned out to be corned beef on rye, mustard and mayo only. The universe wheeled on.

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