Fictional Snippet

I must be a genius, he said, pouring himself another cup of coffee. I recognize every piece of music they play on this station.

That's because they only play twelve songs, dad. That's how they get your money. They make you think you're a genius. It's all flattery.

Smart ass, he said, adding too much cream and two heaping spoonfuls of sugar to his coffee. 

Dad, that's not coffee. What you're drinking is hot ice cream. 

Where did you come from? 

A dorky storky brought me one stormy night. It was purely accidental. The stork was heading for the island. He got tired and stopped here.

Ah, I see, he said, walking over to her. He gave her a kiss on the top of her forehead.