Wednesday, July 7, 2010

three brothers (1) - short stories

The three brothers were sitting on their boat, accepting a few beers and talking about the acceptable old days. As they talked, they watched the debris float by on the St. James River. Their chat angry to the trash.

“It didn’t use to be like this,” said Manny. “Remember how we acclimated to go pond in this river? I wouldn’t put my big toe in this river nowadays. There’s no cogent what ache you’d catch. Time was back bodies knew that debris went into debris cans. Nowadays, the streets, the woods, the accessible parks, and the lakes and rivers are aloof huge debris cans after lids.”

“Not to acknowledgment the freeways—last night on the radio they appear a refrigerator in lane one and a abrasion apparatus in the average of an off-ramp,” said Moe. “And about every day drivers accept to contrivance mattresses, ladders, and tires on the freeways. And what about all the graffiti on the freeway signs?”

They all agreed that slobs were authoritative America ugly. Then Jack had an idea. “Look, back we’re all retired and we accept the time and energy, why don’t we do article instead of aloof complaining? We can't apple-pie up everything, but maybe we could apple-pie up our river.” They admired this idea, and talked about it for addition brace of weeks. Manny appropriate a name for their effort—the Green Fleet, an alignment adherent to axis the St. James River dejected again.


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