On Thursday afternoon, Big Photon Phil, a member of the Solar Electromagnetons Energy team, traveled 93 million miles through the void of space in about 8 minutes with his buddies. Phil and his teammates hit the stratosphere traveling at a pretty good clip, the speed of light, and merrily radiated their way through the atmosphere, waving at everyone as they went along catching all the lights just right, until they finally managed a safe landing on a slab of freeway for a pit stop and a bite to eat. Old Mother Earth, sitting in an oily-looking worn-out toll booth, reached out her hand and collected the dollar that Photon Phil stuck out the window of his supercharged-quantum-leap, wavelength-jumpin’ mean-lean-running machine.
She handed him some infrared pennies for change.
“Thank you. Have a nice day.” She raised the bar; the green light went on. Photon Phil hightailed it back skyward for the return trip.
But about ten miles out he started feeling a little sleepy, and he heard a lilting little tropospherical blues song that was kinda lulling him to sleep. So Phil stopped and hung out for awhile, but then decided well this just wasn’t happenin’ so maybe he’d just drift back down to Earth and check the place out, maybe even stay for awhile, and see if he could stir up a little heat or sump’n.
When he finally landed the second time, he was in a parking lot in Urdor. He whipped out his cell phone, gave his buddy Pete a call.
“Hey breaker one nine good buddy. Where ya at?”
“Punxtatawny. Looks like a nice place. I could get into it. I think I’ll hang out for awhile, maybe six weeks or so…see if things warm it up a bit.”
“Awesome, dude! Yeah, well, it looks like I’m in Urdor, just outside of DC…think I’ll have a look around this parking lot. Yo! Totally cool! Ya oughta see these wheels, man. Well, take it easy, Pete. I’ll catch ya on the flip-flop.”
“Roger that, Phil. Over and out.”
Phil slipped the phone back into his BTU light-saber-valence pouch and started radiating the concrete. He felt right at home, very comfortable. It had been a long ride. He started to sink into a deep sleep.
People walking through the parking lot saw him, but they hadn’t noticed.
In fact, Frank Smith stepped right on Phil while he was pressing the remote to open the rental car.
This atmospheric episode, excerpt from chapter 18 of 2007 novel, brought to you courtesy of
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