Golf ball man
A man is standing in front of me. Nothing particular unusual about that in itself, but for the fact this man looks kind of funny. He is smiling broadly at me; so broadly, in fact, that if it had not been for his ears his smile would go all the way around his head.
Come to think about it, he has no ears, and his smile is encircling his head. His head is parted in two, his lips parted in a very wicked grin that sees the top half of his head parted from the lower half by a row of white, glistening shart teeth. I feel pity for the dentist is asked to do whatever is necessary to do with that set of teeth.
The man has a foot. The thing is, his foot is upside down, which looks prefectly natural. The foot suddenly starts walking away. Still upside down, note. The foot walks off into the set. There was a sunset, but the sun has left in search of better places.
The man is still here though, and he's still looking at me, grinning at me, smiling at me, his teeth chattering and his lips shivering. I notice the lack of ears. One wonders if such a man can hear.
"Hi," I say, in search of an answer to this important question.
He laughs loudly. His laugh turns into a roar, screaming at my ears. He roars for a long time, then his somewhat peculiar laugh changes into some stuttering noises, as if he is trying to swallow, breathe and laugh at the same time. He is having some sort of a problem it seems, but I have no idea what the problem might be.
Then I notice his problem. He has swallowed his tongue. In any other circumstance that would have been a pretty serious problem requiring immediate action. But no worries, this man has three more.
Suddenly the top of his head falls off. A secret weapon is revealed under his scalp. A golf ball gently rolls over edge of what is left of his head and drops to the earth. It then rolls on and plops into a pool of water and disappears.
The rest of the head of the strange man now without a complete head detaches from his neck and takes off into space. A fir grows out of his neck, which then turns into the sun.
I smile to myself as I notice the sun is back. I turn to her and ask her where she's been. She just says she's very tired and wants to go to sleep and promptly falls below the horizon; and night is upon me.
Then the golf ball hits me in the head and I fall asleep.