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Another Autumn



ANOTHER AUTUMN
2000, 2009 by runswithscissors

Well, it was a cold day, it was, walking on the beach like that, that old man and his little dog. The dog had recently been subjected to sizeable doses of radiation and his fur was falling out in handfuls, so he was chilly when the wind gusted up. Still, they were happy there, ambling along leaving footprints behind them, sniffing things, peeing on helpless crustaceans when the mood struck.

They wandered on, just the two of them, encountering only the occasional elderly woman and one friendly child whom the old man kicked, seeing no witnesses about. The child's merry wailing did the old man's heart good. "Bark, bark!" said the dog.

The old man walked, lost in thought, breathing in the ocean air, distracted only by the squealing of a sea gull the dog attacked and left maimed. It's funny how life goes, the old man reflected as he watched the bird trying to fly with its broken wings. One moment you're meandering along, in tune with the bounty of this great Earth, and the next moment God decides you need some excitement. And suddenly existence turns upside down. He chortled at the jolly chaos of it all. "Krab, krab!" said the dog.

"Well, time to go home, old girl," the old man said. The dog paid no attention because it was male and its hearing had been spotty since the time one of the old man's grandchildren probed its ears with a knitting needle.

At that moment, several great shafts of sunlight shone through gaps in the autumn clouds. For no good reason that he could discern, the old man found himself overcome with sudden rage. He lunged at the dog, intending to drag it off the beach and take it home to their bungalow for a good beating. But funny old God had other plans, for the old man slipped on some wet rocks and tumbled over, striking his head and lying on the ground for a good long while. It was pleasant resting there with no memory of who he was or of how terribly the broker for his old union had mishandled the pension fund. The dog came and sat down next to him, farting as it did so. It was a whopping bad fanny belch, but as I've said the day was gusty and they were out in the open air, so no harm was done apart from the mild concussion and facial abrasions the old man suffered in his fall.

Eventually, his pants caked with sand and medical waste carried by the incoming tide, the old man decided he'd better get up and get on his way. He didn't care about the discomfort. He'd just remembered it was almost time for Pat 'n' Vanna.

All in all, it had been a fine day walking on the beach, the kind of day that made him appreciate the awful perfection of life.

When the old man got home, he locked the dog in the basement, unsuccessfully attempted to mount his wife, then settled into his favorite easy chair for an evening of television programs that all looked remarkably similar.




MORE FOCUSED BLATHERINGS


Travels:
London '01
Pamplona
Italy '03
U.K. '03
Sevilla
Casablanca
Stoke-on-Trent
Barcelona
Québec/Ottawa
Boston/Lisbon/Madrid
Italy '04
Montréal
La Sierra

Events:
Madrid -- arrival
9/11
Emergency Room I
Holidays 2001
Holidays 2002
Holidays 2003
Holidays 2004
Holidays 2005
A neighbor's passing
Madrid -- March 11 bombings
  and aftermath
Emergency Room II
Israeli friend/Madrid Marathon
Madrid -- Royal Wedding
The DELE exam

GONE, a novel:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10

THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF
JOE ROCCO, a novella:
-- Part 1
-- Part 2
-- Part 3

BURBANK SHRUGGED,
a screenplay:
-- Part 1
-- Part 2
-- Part 3
-- Part 4

Short stories:
Murphy's Wife
Another Autumn
La Queja de Una
  Hermanastra Muy Conocida

Autobiography
-- Personal History
-- Hormones On Parade
-- Accidents, Random Mishaps,
    Personal Problems

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OTHER SOURCES OF WHOLESOME ENTERTAINMENT

People/Weblogs:
dooce
foxvox
fudge it
fear not
rebekka
bookslut
802online
idle words
madhaiku
wockerjabby
grow-a-brain
rebel market
letting me be
out and about
kung fu grippe
fanatical apathy
baghdad burning
wfuv's music blog
kexp's music blog
mimi smartypants
between the miles
just a hippie gypsy
the impossible cool
tomato can brushes
vermont homestead
sugar mountain farm

Good Clean Fun:
gizmodo
futurismic
postsecret
dave barry
human clock
mcsweeney's
spaceweather
book-a-minute
internet archive
self-portrait day
my cat hates you
out of context quotes
surrealist compliment
  generator
strindberg and helium

Makin' Musical Whoopee:
last fm
stereo8
pandora
soma fm

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