If I had magical powers, then I would go to a place where I have to give my first and last name:
PERSON IN CHARGE: What is your first name?
PIC: And your last name?
POOF! I would disappear.
I came across a paper with the sunrise and sunset times in Toronto on January 13, 2020.
Sunrise – 7:49 am
Sunset – 5:03 pm
Why was I saving this information?
Where will we bury the sky
when it dies?
Do clouds pass the time watching
shapes of people?
Does your spine talk behind your back?
Do you practise being stupid,
or does it come naturally?
When is God’s last day on the job?
What are God’s plans for retirement?
Will doctors replace God?
“What do nudists keep in their closets?”
Has anyone ever seen a shoplifter lift a shop?
by Sir Realist
Once upon a time, a mouse and a reporter teamed up to find out why an old house never received any mail. They never did find out because the old house left this story to travel back to January 13, 2020, to find out the sunrise and sunset times.
The mouse and the reporter did not know that the old house had traveled back to January 13, 2020. They had limited perspectives as characters in this story. All they knew was that the old house was missing. They filed an old-house-missing report with the police.
The old house could not return to this story. The time machine caught COVID-19 and died. The old house found a place to settle down. It made arrangements with the post office to receive mail even though it could not read.
The mouse and the reporter fell in love and decided to get married. But everything came to an abrupt end when (POOF!) Abra Cadabra appeared and said,