Second in a Series of 2 Min Threadless Stories


I occasionally like writing stories based on Threadless designs. My theory on the evolution of the unicorn can be seen here. Otherwise, here's another:

Frank was seedy, not to be trifled with.

He’d been through it, seen it all – and had lost an eye to prove it.
Sure, there was a time when he had been on the straight and narrow. Had kept his feet out of the fire in everyway possible.

Fritz told me that he’d been married. Had owned a little deli that he’d taken over from his immigrant father. He’d had a house, picket fence, gardenias. He wore respectable shoes on Sundays.

Some say that it was his time in the service that had changed him: the story goes that his company had come under fire. He was close to no man's land, but not close enough - and the Krauts were all over him. He was detained in a camp till the end of the war - getting grilled, and any number of unspeakable things.

That reason or anything else, it didn't matter much. The point is, a good dog had gone really unkosher. And the city lived in fear.


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Poem Art

This is not a new idea, but I heart the surrealism and visual loveliness that brings these poems to life. Billy Collins was the poet laureate of the National Library of Congress, and otherwise a literary figure and professor at various universities. His spoken word pieces are interpreted by various animation houses - each stylistically different, weirdish and hypnotic.
Wouldn't it be nice if advertising occasionally looked more like this? Or if art pieces were sponsored like ad segments - like a random piece of prettiness to stare at for a few seconds.

The above image is from the poem titled 'Budapest'

The above image is from the poem titled 'Today'.

See them all here.

Overheard at Dinner

"I took it late at night in a fountain in winter
The texture are the pennies that people threw in."