Tiny People
May 9th, 2008 John
“Caution is a virtue. What? What?”

“That’s not the point. I did my part, but it flew back in my face. The least you could do is hand me a tissue.”

“I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t even dream it. Sometimes, though, what you don’t wish for is what you have been wishing for all along.”

“And then there was the palisade incident. Do you remember? Few could have predicted, but few can forget. It changed everything when it should have changed nothing. We still live in those ripples. Does this not interest you?”

“So I said, ‘Many happy returns of the day to you.’ And she looked at me funny, like I said something wrong. I’ll just never get the hang of it.”

“If you think that was something, you should have seen the armadillo!”

“Say that again. Say that again. Come on, say that again. Do it. Say it again. I want to hear it.”

“It makes me feel a little wicked, sure, but wickedness isn’t all bad.”

“I’ll never forget the sight of it. It’s in front of me when I sit down to my oatmeal in the morning and when I take off my boots at night. It’s lurking beneath my eyelids when I try to sleep at night. I’ve had to accept it as an unwelcome, but hovering, companion.”

“I just can’t stop thinking about it. And that’s okay, because when I do, I’m gliding high, it’s like my feet are made of cotton and I’m walking on marshmallows.”

“Do you have any idea? I suppose not. It’s like living in purgatory, but without the comfort of universal order to sate me during my aimlessness.”