Communism Pants
“Communism,” he muttered as he stared at her pants, split in the seat. “It’s always communism.”
As part of the last Cold War generation, communism was never far from his mind. Whether it was the printer that didn’t share, obviously a failure of communism, or the frogs that chirped in unison in the college pond, an example of communism in the natural world, everything reflected the political ideology.
He had tried being a frog once to blend in, but he died. Then he got better.
Now he was embarking on a new quest to contribute to LJ Idol, a supportive community of writers and friends.
“Sounds like communism to me"
Oh well. Might as well embrace it.