A Face Among Brothers

Posted: October 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

The winding wind find its way across the field, ripping trees from stumps, shaking the soil from roots as it deposited chaos in its trail. The vast majority of life nearby had the sense to flee, to seek shelter whether successfully or not. Thrill-seekers, adrenaline junkies, and other buzzwordy descriptions for people with poor decision-making skills took photos, gawked, “chased” the storm for whatever reason they could come up with. And yet somehow they all seemed to live just fine. There’s no justice in cyclonic weather patterns. Meanwhile, meteorologists and other scientists observed this phenomenon from a safe distance in a weather station, using radar and other sophisticated tools, and one of them is about to choke to death on a pistachio. I again refer you to the concepts of natural chaos, and its almost impish bent toward poetry and away from any sense of right and wrong. His friends will make a story up about how he was observing some strange new tornado phenomenon. His family and loved ones will stop eating pistachios.


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