Don’t Play on the Roof
It was hard, but Hans’ mom had laid down the law–he couldn’t play with Wolfgang, who played on the roof, nude. What would the neighbors say . . . ?
It was hard, but Hans’ mom had laid down the law–he couldn’t play with Wolfgang, who played on the roof, nude. What would the neighbors say . . . ?
Chuck didn’t know if it was too much sun or too much beer, but suddenly his world was on tilt . . .
Henri, a spy was told he had a new partner, but the only description given him was she has a red hat. Turns out that was enough . . .
The flight (of fancy?) was fun, though you really didn’t go anywhere, but hey, it was cheap and everybody got both an aisle and a window seat, and you didn’t have to put up your tray table and seat back for landing. Sadly, there were no frequent flyer miles to be had . . .
After working on his time machine for years, it still seemed to run on the same time ordinary clocks ran; no jumps into the future, no visiting the past. George wondered if the problem was that he hadn’t taken into account that maybe time was metric, not American . . .