Another Deluge

gangrene debris floating through the flood. be wary of the minotaur, he's peddling a new brand of acupuncture and doesn't take kindly to loiterers. you grab here and there for any article that floats or that gives shade. your raft is made up of hair driers, wine corks, and tennis rackets - held together by rubber bands and twisty ties. for good measure you have brought aboard a cymbal and a loom, and at least you picked up that copy of the Odyssey that, after it has dried off, will provide for good kindling. the shake shimmy of the waves makes bunches of the same items collect together in amoeba pudding cup fields and condom algae scales. but for the sky, there is no dome structure in sight.