A wee short story
On the second day with the rain sun chased to
another place, there it was. It lay
directly under an overflow pipe, so I assumed, or my logical brain assumed that
was the cause and decided to ignore what my eyes knew, that the puddle was a
perfect circle.
On the third day the sun still shone, the overflow
refused to drip, and my brain agreed with my eyes. Looking down into the puddle I saw nothing,
and nothing reflected back. Puddles do
reflect don`t they? I googled, they do.
On the fourth day I decided what I had really
decided the day before. I wouldn`t call
the council, or the local university to investigate this....Discovery. For that`s what it was, my discovery, and in
a world where every corner of the globe paths have already been trod, is there
anything left to be explored? Even space
the so called final frontier, is it?
Aren`t we primed for an eternal nothing or planets waiting patiently for
our arrival?
On the fifth day I stood poised at the edge of the
puddle, foot dangling over its surface.
I dipped my toe and watched the puddle lap my shoe, tried not to think
of the possible dangers, but only the unknown possibilities of never witnessed
before lands. My shoe submerged further
should have hit the path underneath, but nothing.
I pulled my foot back, my shoe quickly as dry as my
mouth.
On the sixth day I lay on my bed for the whole of
the morning, then with a sudden rush, and almost head over heels down the
stairs, I rushed outside. I was
ready.
The puddle was gone.
On the seventh day I lay half awake, half asleep on
the couch, TV rolling around the clock in the corner. I glanced back and forth, slept, and glanced
and both my brain and eye saw as one.
Breaking
News: Police confirm they are
investigating claims that a woman vanished, witnesses insist, after jumping
into puddle.
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