I sit here staring at the ceiling as emptiness falls out of me, only to be replaced with more emptiness; a trick only emptiness knows how to pull.
Someone asked me recently, “is everything going to be alright in this world?”
A question that, when asked out of context, begins to itch.
So, I asked three people.
The first was my brother, I’ll call him The Realist because, that’s what he is.
“No,” he said.
Then, I asked my friend, The Comedian, she said, “didn’t god tell you?”
I laughed, she didn’t.
So third, I asked God, The Apathiest.
He lives in the attic.
Flash-365 
This is good-something else for the middle of the night besides trying to discern what my cats can obviously see looming over my shoulder a little to the left…
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Babies too. It’s freaky.
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Yes, fortunately I only have a dog who only seems interested in something delicious between his toes, or under his tail or…ahem, yeah. I don’t think he is holding any mysteries. I should get a cat.
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Brilliant! Love your flow.
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Thanks. I actually wrote this one when a friend said exactly that and couldn’t sleep. Normally my stories are a bit longer and weirder. But I really enjoy this one so I am glad you did too.
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