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The Last Banana To Canada
Mason Manson ate a banana. It was the best banana he had ever eaten. It was also his last.
Sitting on Liberty Island feeding the gulls, Mason started itching from his mild potassium allergy.
If it weren’t for his allergy, he wouldn’t have been so irritable that day. Mason wouldn’t have murdered his family, ironically over a game of Life. Why did he land on the “Contract syphilis from a crotch-munching zombie” square*?
It had to be the bananas.
Mason Manson threw the last bit, his daughter’s pinky toe, to the gulls. A new life awaited in Canada. One sans bananas.
*I’ve never played Life. I’m assuming this square is on there because, you know, that’s life. I have to credit Tannille, the brilliantly twisted creator of the crotch-munching zombie. Maybe someday her fairies will fight one.