It’s time for The Nest to rummage through the photo album of the internet to find something to write about in another fascinating edition of Random Image Inspiration! Let’s see where the Randomator will guide us today…
38, 64, 29, 78
The 38th post in my Reader was this one by Beth
The 64th word in that post (wrapping around) is “stuck”
The 29th word in that post is “might”
Putting “stuck might” into Google Images brought this up as the 78th result…
Max looked up in horror. The ceiling was coming in on him…. even crouched down he could touch it.
And it wasn’t just the ceiling…. it was the walls too! What was happening? Why had his office cubicle seemingly closed in around him?
Or was he growing? No, that couldn’t be the explanation… unless his clothes and briefcase were growing along with him. That didn’t make sense…
None of this made sense!
Was the cubicle shrinking? No, wait, where was his desk? And his computer? And the photo of his cat Muffin? He had been eating lunch at his desk just a few minutes ago, and….
Yes, he was eating lunch! And then….. and then….. it got eerily dark. And….
That was all he could remember. What had….
He couldn’t breathe! This…. this wasn’t his cubicle! He was fully enclosed! What had….. he………. gotten…………him…….. self…………………….. into………………………..
“Emily, where have you been? Dinner’s been ready for two hours now!”
“I rode my hover rocket to Earth!”
“What did I tell you about leaving the galaxy after dark?”
“Lookie at what I brought back, Mommy!!!!!!!!!!”
Emily opened up the box she held in her twenty foot wide palm to reveal one very expired Max and a briefcase full of files for the Schnelling account…
“I caught a real, live earth critter, Mommy!”
“Honey, he’s dead.”
“Huh? Oh no!!!! I killed him!!!”
“I’ve told you a hundred times, Emily, if you’re going to catch aliens in boxes, you have to poke holes in the lid first!”
“I forgot, Mommy!” Emily dumped the lifeless body of Max and his briefcase in the trash can…
“I’m starving after all that riding around, Mommy! What’s for dinner?”