Genealogy [55-word story] | 24
"I'm half Cherokee," his friend had told him. The remark had a context.
John had shown up at school one day sporting a Mohawk. John was cool, as was likewise the haircut. The explanation thus might've seemed superfluous. Still, the world has many things to know. He'd not known John's genealogy.
That was 40 years ago.
John had shown up at school one day sporting a Mohawk. John was cool, as was likewise the haircut. The explanation thus might've seemed superfluous. Still, the world has many things to know. He'd not known John's genealogy.
That was 40 years ago.
posted by david raphael israel at 7:25 PM
1 Comments:
How is it (at first I ask myself) that a chap apparently interested in the American Confederacy and Southern Geneology, rhymeless & reasonless shows up at my (tres globally literate, as self-conceived), world-unknown blog?
Then I look at the title of the story-moiety. Geneology.
And this, friends, tells us something about search engines (including particularly now, blog-search).
But there's some next leap of thought that I want to make; the above seems mere launchpad. But what that leap might be, I wot not.
Instead, thought cowers in stymiedness for its while.
Dazed by amazements, telescoping itself into some generality of incomprehension.
speechless at any hour of the morning
hat-tips Johnny,
d.i.
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