In the beginning was the egg. It was void and without form, drifting in a sea of darkness. Ages came and went, but the egg continued to drift, alone among the eons.
Then the egg began to change. A dull glow deep within grew and spread until the whole of the egg was illuminated, and then the egg burst. Two bright souls accelerated toward respective destinies, promising to return.
Two thousand years flowed by, then a hundred more. On an August evening, two ragged souls stood on a rooftop, watching the crowds below.
"I've been waiting for you," said one.
"I've been waiting for you," said the other.
Wrapped in the other's arms, they stood a while in the warm silence.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" said one.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" said the other.
"Of course not," said one.
"Of course not," said the other.
When they had stopped laughing, the two souls walked hand in hand into the good night.
Fills me with chills
ReplyDeleteThe good kind, I hope. Like ice cream, not liquid nitrogen.
ReplyDeleteeggs are inane. Sorry Jeff, I can't help the way I feel.
ReplyDeleteNo worries, Tom. As my guru used to say, it's just a feeling.
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