Each month, I buy a book of twenty stamps. I create twenty post cards. I write twenty short stories about them. I send them to twenty strangers. This is the twenty stamps project.

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Monday, August 10, 2015

Fragile Energy Club



Ashton Clark had no idea where the box came from or who had sent it. All he knew was that when he returned from work that fateful Friday there was a large package with no return address. No invoice. Only the label “fragile Energy Club.”

What could it be, he wondered? What was a fragile energy club? Was it an energy club like out of some sci-fi movie, a baton crackling with electric arcs? Surely high tech like that must be breakable. Fragile might be a warning to the shippers. But that didn’t make sense. Clubs were made to be pounded against things, and hard too! So fragile must be a descriptor. Whoever it was presumably made sturdy energy clubs, and he just happened to receive their low budget fragile model. Of course, that didn’t make much sense either. Why make a fragile club at all?

For weeks he agonized over the meaning while waiting for someone to claim this mysterious package, or perhaps explain it to him, for he was too afraid to open this box and possibly be blasted by any fragile energy that may have been broken in transit.

Finally, his curiosity grew too much to bear and he opened the box. Inside, he found Al Gore and Elon Musk sitting comfortably, discussing the fragile nature of a system built on non-renewable energy resources and the need for the people of Earth to unite and develop alternative sustainable, renewable sources of energy.

Ashton was astounded, not only that this small club of renewable energy advocates could have been inside the box, but they had been in there for over a month without any sign of food. That’s when he noticed the human skeleton. Seeing the look of horror on his face, Al Gore spoke. “I know what this looks like, but you can relax,” he said. “We cooked him on a solar stove.”


- Originally mailed to E.S. in Mississippi

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