Reflections

Someone was at my door. I'd usually ignore it, but I made an exception. It was that time of the year.

After a long silence, the old man muttered, “I used to live here…”

I gave him some candy, and he vanished… literally. The candy hit the tiles.

That was a good trick.

A domestic brew idea occurred to me, nothing bombastic. Escape wasn't an option; that I'd known. So, I would eliminate my captor. 

He'll return in the evening, and I'll welcome him with a special supper. One question: Is expired rat poison more deadly?

All is a matter of geography, arbitrary lines on a paper map. Politicians squabble and send the people who elected them (or not) to fight their wars. We became accessories to that mass murder called war. I wonder if we're fit to rule ourselves. Maybe we're not.

“History will remember when the mystery of the UFO was put to rest for good.” The teacher took from his desk a ragged copy of Cosmos and prepared to read a marked passage.

A girl raised her hand. “Sir?”

“What?”

Everybody ran to look out the windows.