noel sloboda : “of species”

A tyrannosaurus and a triceratops put their heads together and guessed what would inevitably happen to all the dinosaurs, but the two could not agree how the end would come about.

 

It will surely be a flood, boomed the tyrannosaurus. 

 

I rather suspect meteors will rain down, countered the triceratops in a loud contralto.

 

They debated for some time, before finally agreeing to disagree, since preventative measures—they decided—were more important, ultimately, than causes.  United, they resolved to construct a massive canoe with a great umbrella mounted in its middle.  They called their craft The Salvation, and as soon as it was seaworthy, they eagerly launched. In their haste, they forgot to bring paddles, and so the tyrannosaurus and triceratops drifted into the deeps, then drifted and drifted some more. 

 

It seems, said the triceratops with an ironic smirk, we’ve designed our own undoing. Surely, we’ll both starve out here. 

 

One of us won’t, said the tyrannosaurus, a gleam in one of his yellow eyes, which had a center shaped like a sharp tooth.

 

When he had finished his meal, the tyrannosaurs sighed heavily, regretting that his arms were too little to wipe his chops. Then he took down the umbrella and waited for the meteors. 

 

Noel Sloboda lives in Pennsylvania.  His writing has appeared in REAL, 55 Word Stories, BLOW, 365 Tomorrows, Pen Pusher, & other places.

 

[ J. A. Tyler ] [ blog ] [ news ] [ buy ] [ read ] [ Mud Luscious ] [ current ] [ news ] [ archives ]

{ issue four