Close to Home by John McPherson for September 01, 2018

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.

“..and stop blubbering about it.”

… and here you are a day later… dead." Well, that took a macabre turn for a Saturday morning.

She picked an awfully close spot to the water to be lying on the beach but at least she got a real close up view of the whale!

Well you always said your wife was a beach.

Could you get some fish masking underarm deodorant?

Can you see me know?

If your intention was to kill her, you found the Right Whale for the job.

Huh? I don’t think she wanted to be crush by a whale, either!

Up close and personal, up close and personal.

I don’t think she saw it coming.

You wanted to go whale watching, how do you like it now.

Showing that much concern I wonder who he will try to rescue first.

Sigh. Another day without any little yellow aliens. Although, there is something on the sand to the right of the blanket, above the head of the guy in the blue trunks…