Remember Last Xmas, An Exquisite Corpse Tale

You are about to begin writing your new novel... You're treading in dangerous waters! You don't know what could happen from here. But you are aware that this is the last time you will read with both eyes, before they melt away like ice on a summer day...

They need to finish all the work in the yard. The leaves had been piling up and the kids were anxious to jump into them. They had been gathered in the cold clear morning and lying in wait until the late afternoon sun began to dim. Their dreary eyes followed the sun as the horizon devoured it completely, leaving them in darkness. The sky became as black velvet with pinpoints of cosmic light, the new moon hung blank in the sky.

With the moon hovering above, you begin your mission. A pen in hand, you attack the blank page, and you're immersed in a new world. No sure where you now reside, you rush around in a frantic panic looking for signs of familiarity. The man on the corner of no help--he only laughs at you. He torments you for not knowing how to understand his response. I scream "I am sorry," but I hate you. You are a fat pig. Like a cop. All cops are fat pigs, even if they are not fat. It's a part of their job description.

You use your badge as a "freedom-pass," getting away with things the average person would not. You're not a hero. You're actions are meant to help, but often lead to worse outcomes. Do you remember last Christmas when you bought that girl those presents? Or even worse, last February... Well that was the last time you'll ever buy a girl a ferret for Valentine's Day. Even though that girl loved the ferret, the ferret hated her, and so did the monkey. But not the ferret. The ferret was kind. The wealth of animal life was astounding in its complexity and diversity. I saw a plethora of different animals. The Gorilla was my favorite; he reminded me of my father. The butterfly was my favorite; it reminds me of the complexity of the world.

Just when we become consumed with the shortcomings of our own lives, the tiny creatures of this world make us stop and realize our insignificance. But then when you look at the bigger picture you realize you are good enough. Everyone thinks they hold some kind of rank with everyone else, but really everyone is the same. We are all worm food... and begin again.

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The End