Cinnabon

7 September 2021

  • “Inhale through the nose, hold for 3, slow exhale through the mouth.” I began trying to remember the soft voice of the woman on my morning mediation app. It was no use. I opened my eyes and hit the steering wheel with both fists. There was nothing that could help me relax now!
    8/22/21 10:57pm
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  • I decided instead to amp myself up. I shoved the "High B.P." tape in the deck & the dissonant opening notes of "We Have Explosive" boomed from the speakers. THIS was how to start a Cannonball Run! I knew I'd be 1st to Pearl's Deluxe Burgers in San Fran & win the $100,000, unless
    8/23/21 2:55pm
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  • the contest happened to be limited to vehicles that traveled on roads or had wheels. My two legged strider could cross most solid terrain at a high speed. It self-piloted while I could read, nap, or dream in my impact hammock. Westward Ho!
    9/1/21 8:33pm
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  • I sat in my strider anxiously awaiting the horn to start the race. I ran through my checklist one more time. Food. Mapping backups. Warm clothing for the mountains. Just as the countdown began, there was a frantic pounding on the hatch. “Let me in!” a familiar voice shouted.
    9/3/21 7:58pm
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  • It was Eibon. …At least that’s what one would say if they were going by appearances. Well, and his voice, and his height. Everything matched except for a scar under his chin. “Who are you?” I shouted.
    9/6/21 2:57am
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  • The creature caught me staring at its chin and leapt toward me. I reached into my satchel and pullet out my last defense. It clawed at my face before collapsing under the shock of my taser. "Eibon is gone," it said sleepily, a waft of frosting in the air. "I am Cinnabon."
    9/7/21 7:38pm
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The End