Flash Fictions
New Car Warranty
These cars fix themselves. They've been running underneath the assumption, where water's deep and murky flow travels through gears and motors, that each moving part must be maintained. This doesn't please the large groups of mechanics and dealership owners who are gathering outside the cars' compound. They are afraid, without being frightened, the cars that fix themselves will breed and spread throughout the great and long kingdom we call Earth. And with this shallow and spiraling ball of interlocking pieces creeping with these self reliant automobiles, where will those that fix and those others that sell live out their sad and useless days. Perhaps we could build them an extremely large tent filled with such modern day comforts as glucose based spreads and nylon utility hampers and place it in Eastern Colorado. Then they wouldn't have to worry about fixing cars and hustling poor folks out of their paychecks and future financial security. Instead the two groups, after undergoing the mandatory painful yet tasty sterilization treatments, could warm themselves in the winter sun of the Colorado plains, happily assured their crackers will always be covered and their dirty clothes always in the proper place.
See also: Smells Like Breakfast Cereal
Raising rabbits is not easy. No, no it's really not. If you get scared, e-mail me and I'll calm you down. Things being what things being.
