by Ari Collins
Visitors to the newly discovered dimension returned speaking gibberish. Cameras sent through recorded only in black-and-blacker. But inert objects survived intact, so the unknowable dimension became our trash dump and parking lot, until cars started returning with symbols burnt into their mirrors. Nobody figured the symbols for tickets. But everyone paid the fine.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"Parallel Parking" or "Serling's The Tow Zone"
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2 comments:
This one's title is fantastic.
I love this, the end leaves so much to the imagination...
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