Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Traveler

by Robert Gryfft


I was only slightly surprised when I woke with my body missing. It had faded away or wandered off. It made sense; I scarcely ever used it.
I spied on people for a while; that lost its charm. So I'm traveling to the stars. It'll take a few hundred years--but what else is there?

5 comments:

Angel Zapata said...

You could always spy on a nudist camp. I like the atmosphere of this one, Ari.

abbreviatedman said...

Me too, and I wish I could write with this kind of atmosphere... but I can't! This is in fact not my story, but a Robert Gryfft story. He's gonna crack up when he finds your comment. That, or want to kill me. Either or.

Angel Zapata said...

Yikes...sorry 'bout that Robert.

abbreviatedman said...

Hah, don't worry. He laughed.

Jackson said...

It was excellent before, and now it is even more excellent.