In My Time of Dying

Below is a very, very short short story exercise I wrote for one of my classes. I think it is funny, but no one else who has read it seems to care.



In My Time of Dying
By James Bezerra

Zeppelin is such a loaded word when you say it because suddenly in my head there is a music video of the Hindenburg exploding over the bitchin’ bridge of “Kashmir” and it is a singularly sweet moment of awesomeness until my brain catches up to my ears and I realize that you are screaming, “Look out! That out-of-control zeppelin is about to crash on top of y

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