Deciding Pages

"Read it slow. So you can feel each syllable echo through your body." She hands him the torn pages that are so brittle the wind created as she passes them over starts to tear the loose corners.

As he grabs the pieces that resemble pages, he attempts to decipher any meaning.

Is life nothing more than air entering and exiting the lungs? Do we create meaning or is it the soul of the world?

She smiles, she can see his face; he struggles.
She knows what is to come.
Tears followed by relief.

Little Georgy

George’s father came home from work and gave George many amazing toys. George did not know what to do with it all. The importance was lost on him at such a young age. George could feel the power though, every time he touched these amazing gifts his palms would sweat and he found it hard to speak.

The house from that day on echoed with his mother’s voice as she would reprimand him. “Georgy! Put that down! We didn’t give you all of this just so you could go and destroy the world with it!”