A Growing Hesitancy
“Do clouds complement a sunset?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered, not overconfident.
He smiled.
“How many sunbeams does it take to render a beautiful wood?”
“Just one,” I answered, only half-certain.
His smiled deepened.
“Does death give romance to life? Is there meaning to beginnings only with endings?”
I hesitated.
He started to laugh now.
“Should you wake up to discover that no one else is thinking, that you and only you live in thought, that it’s always been so and will so forever be, what would you do differently?”
His laughter was deafening.
Unidentical Twins
“Why must you sulk so?” said the Garden to the Desert. And he sent his lotus-petals aloft, and smiled along the banks of streams, and tickled the sunbeams between his boughs.
But the Desert merely growled.
“You mustn’t be envious. You’ve had your time. Now I’ve mine.” And he sent his lotus-petals aloft, and smiled along the banks of streams, and tickled the sunbeams between his boughs.
But the Desert merely growled.
The Illness of Time
In the emergency ward the family of Time awaited news from the doctor.
At last he came out, and they all stood up from their chairs.
“How is he, doctor?” asked the father.
The doctor gravely shook his head.“It’s not good.”
“But isn’t there anything we can do?” cried the sister.
The doctor gravely shook his head.“I’m afraid not.”
“How long does he have?” wept the mother.
The doctor gravely shook his head. “Forever.”
Kevin DeLuca is a writer of weird fiction. He spends most his time reading short stories as opposed to novels. He has a strong appreciation for the tranquility that accompanies 3:AM. His influences include but are not limited to the following: Oscar Wilde, Lord Dunsany, Brian Jacques, HP Lovecraft.
Cover Photo: Joana Coccarelli (https://www.flickr.com/photos/narghee-la/)