Wednesday, August 3, 2011

They were snobs...


He had no idea why the committee was up in arms over the dissertation; he’d made a solid interpretation of the literature text backed up by a solid historical foundation, widely accepted science and the assurances and promises of three witches and an oracle who lived in the wood near the university campus. Also, they had previously signed off on his initial concept. Every word was solid and defensible. While the dish HAD, indeed, run away with the spoon, the spoon had been, in fact, in love with a saucer from the next farm over. The moon’d seen it all.

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