A dead whale washed up on Singer Island. As everyone went over to look, the great mammal’s mouth opened like a drawbridge, and a man stepped out. His skin was blue and shriveled like a raisin, and he wore a bikini of pop tabs. Police and Fire men showed up on the scene, but nobody spoke.
Then, in one sudden movement, the man dropped to his knees, and pointed at the sky. Spectators gasped. The man looked around him, before digging his hands into the sand and forming rows of tall mounds. When he completed the twelfth mound, he went back to the first and sculpted it into a gorgeous skyscraper with seashell accents. Then he went to the next mound, and the next, and each consecutive tower he built was more beautiful than the last. When he placed the final stick on top of the final tower, he stood back and admired his masterpiece. People took thousands of pictures. They had never imagined a city so beautiful.
Then the mood changed. The blue man narrowed his eyes, and scowled at each and every spectator. He walked over to a little boy, took his soda can, and splashed its dark citric contents all over the first tower. Then he walked up to an elderly woman, took the cigarette out of her mouth, and dug it into the second tower. Still unsatisfied, he continued to take all the man-made items he could find, and pile them on to his towers. Slowly the once pristine structures began to lose their gleam under mountains of waste. When every inch was covered, the blue man stood back once again, and this time everyone could see the pain in his eyes. He shook his head. Then, without uttering a single sound, the blue man turned and dove back into the ocean.
This Story was written by Alex Schattner (8/1/12)