Fish

July 14, 2006

The Abbot of the Week peers out gloomily. Centuries away from the end of human belief in gods and devils, a tiny human remnant strung out in chains of carefully salvaged and lovingly maintained technology, a greenly self renewing planet, and what do we get? Fish falling from the sky every Friday. Believers would know what to do with this, but we are researchers, scientists, we don’t theorize ahead of the data. After a resigned sigh, he picks up his pail and notepad, recites his ichthyology mnemonics, and heads out to the field with the rest.

by Zhoen of One Word

Categories: Short Shorts Tags: Zhoen

Comments (5)

qB

July 15, 2006 at 3:00 am

I particularly love the “ichthyology mnemonics”. The skyfish is a direct response to this piece – thank you!
MB

July 15, 2006 at 11:49 am

I find this very funny! Brava.
zhoen

July 15, 2006 at 1:51 pm

qB, Thank you for the Skyfish POV. I laughed out loud.
dale

July 16, 2006 at 11:13 pm

Terrific!
ka

July 21, 2006 at 3:43 pm

You’ve calmed my frenzy for a moment. Fish from the sky every Friday. Every Friday. Every Friday.

Myxini – mix in the eyes
Cephalaspidomorphi – a rock that turns into a spider
Elasmobranchii – a shark with lungs
Holocephali – hollow rocks
Actinopterygii – what happens to your eyes after you stare at the sun even though your Mom told you never to do it
Sarcopterygii – what happens to your eyes after you spend too much time in the operating room repairing people’s torn fleshy parts.

Every Friday.