What’s in a coconut?

By: IO

Originally submitted to the NYC Midnight 100-word microfiction challenge

“Joe, would you consider not getting drunk on every vacation?”

“I’m not getting drunk. I’m drinking a coconut.”

“Uh, huh, and what’s in it?”

“What do you mean, what’s in it? It’s a coconut.”

“I can see that Joe, but what is in the coconut?”

“What’s normally in a coconut Susan?”

“So you are getting drunk!”

Joe dropped the empty coconut shell on the sand, spat the straw at his wife’s feet, and trudged away.


Drown

By: IO

I don’t float. If I stop moving, still my arms and legs, my body will fall under the surface. The only way to keep from drowning is to keep moving, keep flailing my limbs with the lack of grace of someone struggling just to keep mouth and nose above water. People have said the key to floating is relaxation. You just gotta let the water do the work, go with your natural buoyancy. But I have the buoyancy of a rock. I do not float. I drown.