I am struggling this nano, so I'm just writing whatever comes into my head. I don't know why I thought about this story, but it's enough to fill twenty minutes while everyone else is down to the serious business of writing.
Jonah
The story goes a man is out fishing and a strong wind picks up. Suddenly, his little row boat is overturned and quickly fills with water. A man treading water out in the ocean now that his rowboat has sunk is a desperate man. He is a man so at a loss that he will pray to a god he has never believed was up there, until now, and now he believes god lives up just beyond the clouds, and when he squints against the glare, he believes it is possible to see the long white beard of god. The man prays and suddenly from beneath him a large whale lurches forward and swallows him. The man thinks to himself, I know this story! My name must be Jonah, and indeed it is, but with no affiliation to the Bible, being that this is modern times and this modern Jonah is a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company that sells pills to calm people's nerves. He could really go for one of them right now, is exactly what he's thinking when the whale pushes out a river of brill riddled salt water and ocean detritus. Jonah realizes that he is not in the official belly of the whale, but situated right under its thumderous heart. He thinks about making an escape plan, pushing up and out of the whale, but the gentle pressing of the mammal lumbering through water lulls him into complacency. Jonah realizes living inside the belly of the whale is like life. You get a new situation foisted on you and have to adapt. He likes it inside the whale even though it's a little damp and smelly. The whale doesn't seem to mind.
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