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Past Waves [MultiFormat]
eBook by Lawrence M. Schoen
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed. Some days you end up meeting crazy old men who claim to be the last survivors of Atlantis. Most days your entire life seems utterly pointless. And one day, one of those crazies shows you there's more to it than you ever realized.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Strange Plasma, 1990
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [152 KB], eReader (PDB) [22 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [8 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [9 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [71 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [79 KB], hiebook (KML) [78 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [35 KB], iSilo (PDB) [7 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [9 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [37 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [15 KB]
Words: 2737
Reading time: 7-10 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
On a typically gloomy October Tuesday I was sitting in the park tossing popcorn to the few pigeons around and feeling generally sorry for myself. Not surprisingly the park was, but for myself, deserted. As I sat there wondering just how much popcorn a pigeon had to eat before it fulfilled its minimum daily requirement of eight essential vitamins I heard a faint and far off squeak. It was the merman.
The squeak repeated itself, louder this time, and began to occur in a regular pattern, drawing closer all the while. I quickly began to distribute the rest of the popcorn to my audience in an attempt to leave before the merman appeared; I was in no condition to see him, to share my recent news with him. I wasn't fast enough. From around a bend in the path a rickety, squeaking wheel chair rolled into view. The merman was seated in it.
When I say a merman I don't mean a barrel-chested, fish-tailed gentleman with a long flowing white beard and a trident. The merman in the wheelchair was old, very old. Accordingly he did have a long white beard, but any muscled torso he might once have known had long since faded with time. I suppose he could have had a fish tail, what little I ever saw of his legs was kept wrapped in a heavy woolen blanket; you can't really ask a cripple to show you his legs. And instead of a jeweled trident my merman always carried an ancient leather bound book and a portable chess set. The reason I call him a merman at all was due simply to his insistence that he was the last survivor of legendary Atlantis.
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