sheldrake

So, I said I'd come back and finish off PEDW properly, but I lied. Deal with it, haha.

Anyway, yes, no, but I did enjoy it, and reading about everyone's breakfasts and that, even if I was rubbish about actually commenting on people's posts. So there.

Now, so I didn't win the Front Row World Book Day David Lynch-inspired drabble-writing competition (which they didn't call it drabbles but we know better don't we?), which is not surprising really, since I literally wrote most of my entry in my sleep. Still, lobelia321 was really impressed that I entered, and I consider that a prize worth winning.



The Pursuit of Happiness


My friend and I were scientists in an unusual field. We wished to know how to find happiness.

Finally, after many years of experiments and research, we travelled all night and found happiness in a cave. Happiness was frying bacon over a fire, whistling cheerfully. Behind him were piled the bodies of the miserable -- paper-white, forgotten.

"What can I do you for, fellas?" called happiness.

My friend was gratified to learn that his hypothesis was correct: happiness was organic, although steel-plated, nailed and riveted. We removed his heart, fried it with the bacon, and made an excellent breakfast.