Death, The Devil, And The Goldfish - Plot & Excerpts
Gerald groaned, blinked a few times, then bolted upright and screamed. Everything was dark. Gerald screamed again. "I'm blind!" he said. No, wait a second; he could just make out the faint image of the ocean lapping up on the beach about twenty feet away from him. The moon sent a silvery shimmer down across the water, and as Gerald's ears adjusted to being back in reality and not in a super-continental-semi-vortex, which is what the blue swirly thing consisted of, he could hear the waves breaking and feel the gentle warm night wind brush against his face. Warm wind? This was not the South Pole. He distinctly remembered being in the South Pole with ice, cold water, ice, penguins, and more ice. He was certain about that, and then he faintly remembered the swirly blue thing, and then it would appear he had landed on a beach. A warm beach. A warm beach with palm trees dotted here and there. Gerald smiled.
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