Iceberg

Tired of penguins and seals, not to mention his fellow (androgynous puffy-coated) tourists, he

wandered away from the Antarctic expedition ship and came upon a stunning blond just

outside a tent, squinting through binoculars. He grinned and made bold.

“What are you looking at?”

She glared at him as though he were an errant krill.


“A23. I’m a resident glaciologist.”

“What?”

“A23 is the world’s largest iceberg. It’s broken loose from the ocean floor and going north.”

“At a glacial pace, but that’s the only action I’ve seen on this trip. What’s there to do around

here?” He winked at her. Maybe there was an ice bar somewhere?

She held out her wrist and brushed back the fur cuff. “See this bracelet? It took me all winter to

make. That pyramid in the middle is A23, with cold blue and green waves all around it. That’s

what I do when I’m not watching glacier races.”

Get a life, he thought. “Thank you for your service,” he mumbled, backing away.


Maybe the puffy

coats weren’t androgynous after all.

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