#SciFiFri Badger jabbed the air to the N S E & W with a #Yeoman's pike.

"What's he doing?" Vole asked.

"He heard that there's something in the air, & that the something might be awful," Mouse replied.

"A bard said there's something rotten in the state of Denmark," Vole said.

Mouse nodded.

#vss365 As Ruby fell asleep, the #moments of her day put on their shoes & walked single file to a stop where they boarded a No. 9 bus.

Arriving at the Ministry of Consequences, the moments were debriefed, erased, & returned to Ruby as clean slates that a new day will write on.

#vss365 "At an English monarch's coronation, it's #traditional to perform Zadok The Priest," Ewan said. "Zadok was the priest at the time of King David and his son Absalom, who publicly raped 10 of his father's concubines."

"Typical royal family behavior." Ewan's friend replied.

#vss365 When the wind is out of phase, the #dust from the Trinity Test carries the scent of trees & grass, the sweetness of a world from which the Lost Boys of Alamogordo had been torn. They cried amber serum tears from empty sockets that ran down their burned, blistered faces.

#vss365 Winter rains dumped 33 billion gallons in LA County. God hung a rainbow.

"Whoa.'Hold on, Dad," Son said. "Pink Floyd revamped their iconic album cover to mark 50 yrs, & conservatives are against the band for being woke."

"They've not heard of light refraction?" God asked.

"Just a #dove in the sky then?"

#SciFanSat Dor wouldn't #retake Hatter's potions--they fogged her mind, & made her drowsy. She feared the weight that would press down on her body in the sleepy fog without her consent. She was scared of the Hatter. "You must be half-mad to dream that up," Hatter said.

#SciFiFri Tele-Ghosting put Jud at the heart of a star to mine #xiphoid. He's there but not there. Extreme gravity and heat still affected him, and 3 billion men had died mining the metal for some delusional bastard who believed it was his divine right as a King to own a xiphoid sword.

#vss365 The #Lost Boys of Alamogordo vanished during the July 1945 Trinity Test. Locals see the boys out of the corners of their eyes, dwelling in the off-world with flesh hanging from bone, & empty eye sockets. "I thirst," the boys croak, their throats dried by an earth-born sun.

#vss365 Trembling like a leaf disturbed by a passing butterfly, a man doddered toward a cave entrance. His eon-gnarled fingers searched for the #star stylus in his pocket. Sue Smith is born a billion years today, & he must write her life story in the stars. A fate Sue will live.

#vss365 Alice ate mushrooms. As her mind expanded, she felt uneasy & small.

"Red tastes queenly," Alice said. "Blue tastes of sadness & misery."

"Wait until you smell the #prompt," an enigmatic grin in the air replied.

"Smells awful," added a hookah-smoking caterpillar.

#vss365 The #banshees of Kilmore were failing to despatch people with their shrieks & howls. Death sent Declan, Ireland's best caterwauler, to revive their skill.

Declan adjusted his monocle, tugged at his coat hem, & cleared his throat of a hairball. The silver-haired banshees drew near the brown tabby.

"Ladies,' Declan said as he stroked his whiskers. "Let us begin with a low wauling."

#vss365 Que sera, sera. Our #history is written in God's Book of Life. This situation saddened Ned that his life should be a preordained wreck. So Ned purchased a seat on Virgin Galactic, stormed heaven, destroyed the Book of Life, and lived an unwritten life--as was written.

#vss365 On the station platform stood a wisp of a girl in a puff of pixie dust. She was the last in the West, where science & tech had made many unbelievers in her magical realm. Like fairies before her, she was making a #shift to lands where magic & myth still had a place.

#vss365 A balled armadillo caught a southern wind, & rolled down highway 25 alongside a tumbleweed. They pursued the dish & the spoon, New Mexico's cereal killers. New Mexico launched a #massive manhunt after the pair gutted cereal boxes in store breakfast aisles across the State.

#vss365 Through rust-mottled, wrought iron gates, I entered the graveyard. A mist as thin as a mourner's veil hung like a shroud over the headstones & the marble angels who mourned the dead, long forgotten. The lives of those buried here hadn't amounted to a hill of #beans.

#vss365 I slid out of my recliner like a spoonful of Jello sliding off a spoon & puddled on the floor. The Rapture had taken only my bones.

"Greetings, #torpid one," an angel said. "Due to heavy Rapture traffic, we are experiencing system failures. Please try again later."