By Michael Frissore
He murmured a “What” and it sprayed its scent like an atomic sea skunk. He tried to act out each letter and collapsed from exhaustion. She held the answer in a full nelson but the words reversed the hold and nearly broke her neck.
The “What” climbed back into his mouth feet first, stepping on all of his important organs. He packed his suitcase with “Wherefores” and “How comes.” He became an instant baggage check. She buried herself in “Huhs” that squeezed her to death overnight.
Clutching at Straws 