the tamago report

Eggs benedictated

A SHORT STORY ABOUT SEA URCHINS AND HOMEOPATHY.

by Mark Yeow

Mike eats two pounds of uni every day. The last time we went diving, he managed to spire his foot on a crown-of-thorns. He was hobbling around for weeks like a clown wearing bricks for shoes. So Allie told Mike for a lark that you can get immunity to sea urchins if you eat enough of them. We encourage him by saying it’s an acquired taste and that money’s for spending anyway. He doesn’t know it’s the gonads.

A SHORT STORY ABOUT AIRPORT SECURITY.

by Mark Yeow

Like with icebergs, only 10% of an airport’s mass is visible from the surface. The rest is aluminum warrens, fluorescent-striped holding chambers, and dusty alcoves filled with tech transplanted out of the 1960′s or 2060′s. I heard from an ex-spook friend they even have a tool that searches the cavities of your cavities! But they’re quite shy about it, I think it’s the corporate culture – they only showed me when I told them my sextant was a poison-tipped shuriken.

A SHORT STORY ABOUT RECURRING DREAMS.

by Mark Yeow

I have this recurring dream where I’m running after the girl I love. The faster I run, the further away she gets, but when I stop and look away she slowly shuffles back like Eurydice’s shadow. I don’t know her name, only that she’s someone I lost millenia ago and I can’t possibly let her go again. So I keep chasing, and she keeps running, until I wake up drenched in sweat, my wings burning like the day we were cast out from on high.

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