I’m not a grammarian, I’m a missionary. I really shouldn’t care so much. I read the note again: “The natives want you over, for dinner.”
Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) thinks the humans are onto him.
They said the Canadian ecovillage was haunted. All I saw at night were owls,
but I heard the echoing cries of ghosts out for vengeance.
The ecovillage welcomed vegans and pets. I lost my dog Quinoa in the kale garden but he came back to protect me when a ghost bear showed up.
Kale grew all winter in the ecovillage. Snowshoers were eager for hand-blended green smoothies in cedar cups, and ghost stories.
The ecovillage's green smoothie stand grew so popular, a film crew scared away
the ghosts. Snowshoers stopped coming, leaving the kale wild.
In the concourse, we held hands on the moving sidewalks. Although we were standing still, there was an illusion of momentum.
As we watched the planes through the windowed walls of the observation deck, I wondered whether this date was an arrival or a departure.
Chad Greene (@TheShortCourse) is not a frequent flyer.