Sailing Mango


This morning I was walking down the dock toward the shower, coffee cup in hand, thinking how nice it was. The sun was starting to shine, gulls were "singing", and fellow boat dwellers were out walking their dogs.

As I was gazing across the fairway to the other dock adjacent to ours, a unicorn horned orca surfaced, not two fathoms from me, and threw a pirate chest at the pier I was on. The chest skated and tumbled a bit toward me, and just as it reached my feet, and one nervous toe, the lid popped open to reveal gold and gems, sparkling in the bright, but not too hot sun.

It would have been just another day in paradise, except that as I sat writing this, someone snuck in and took the only shower stall. Bastard.