Frigg | Spring/Summer 2023 | The Great Fall of Watermelons | Zebulon Huset
The Great Fall of Watermelons Zebulon Huset
A cargo plane, pregnant with watermelons, finally succumbed to disrepair in a horizontal wind shear. At forty-thousand feet. Steel ripped like a burlap sack. Like a hand caught by the watch while hopping a freight train before a tunnel. Blossomed crates created a carpet-bomb-field of the town that struggled with the prospect of being officially labeled a “ghost town” in guidebooks. Ancient roofs hardly slowed those red-fleshed bombs, dust and red mist, a million tiny attacks. The ten remaining citizens had all been drawn out to gawk skyward by the odd pop of exploding plane. Nine remained after the fall.