Flash Epistle Number Nineteen

Fiveprime

I know that these are desperate times and life can seem both frightening and meaningless, simultaneously. But take heart, little grasshoppers, if you don’t get run over by a train, there can be light at the end of that proverbial tunnel. As the parrots like to point out, there is always hope, and hope is a feathered thing that you don’t necessarily have to blast out of the sky with a twelve gauge shotgun.