Count to twenty before you read the next sentence.
O.K. you didn’t. I can’t expect you to do everything I say. I can’t expect you to do anything I say.
Did you see the shooting star? Or was it a comet? Or maybe bits of a comet. That amounts to the same thing I suppose. Shooting stars/bits of old comets.
But then again, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was a swordfish brilliantly lit up, a swordfish out of its natural element, soaring.
That’s quite funny, isn’t it. A swordfish soaring I mean.
Humans have been able to do it for almost a century now. Fly I mean. So why shouldn’t the swordfish? Those great snouts. No, maybe not snouts. No, there’s no real comparison really, how could you compare that appendage with anything which exists? Other than a sword of course.
No it wasn’t a swordfish. Not unless I decide here and now to change the meaning of the word swordfish. No I won’t do that. Shooting stars/bits of old comets, that’ll do for now. That’s what I suppose I saw.
But I’m not convinced. Not really. It was unlike anything else. That’s it. It was something that doesn’t have a name. Not because it doesn’t exist. No. Because no one has ever seen it before. The great big swordfish/comet/star.
Nothing like a swordfish at all. Expect a bit.