NEW SHORT STORY

"an evening shower with the muskrat
puts a worried mind at ease
much more tender than the house cat
who fills my tub with fleas"

I was humming a silly tune this morning as I set out to find some breakfast. As you can imagine, I was startled to come across L. Ron Hubbard hovering above a street light near my car. I didn't immediately recognize the vision as Mr. Hubbard, which is not surprising considering how little I knew of his great work. But, strangely, I was not afraid. There was something pleasant and familiar about his face. With his decidedly masculine features and glimmering blue eyes, Mr. Hubbard reminded me of my grandfather, who was also a great sailor. In any event, he soon descended to the sidewalk, leaned over against my car, and quite naturally ran a hand through his light red hair.

"Would you like to see some of the artifacts from my life?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, and walked over to his outstretched hand.