A Very Short Story
Billy Fizz took himself on a morning stroll to clear the cobwebs his spider brain had woven in its busy night. His sticky eyes and leaden muscles cleansed and stretched while his stale lungs inhaled the sweet, dew laden air of first light.
In each step he stole a Billy sized packet of oxygen, nitrogen, carbon dioxide and ozone and gave it back as he stole the next, imparting a tiny bit of himself…
