As the rain falls gently from the sky, the long freight train slowly rumbles and creaks down its dedicated track. The night moves on.
#MicroFiction
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“OPEN YOUR BIBLE NOW”
“What?”
“Go to your bookshelf, get a bible”
“I’m not at home, I’m traveling for work, overnighting in an airport hotel at ORD”
“Even better, get the Gideons bible from the nightstand, open to the contents page. It’s an ESV. What’s the last book?”
“Duh, Revelation. Wait, Whiskey Tango—”
“Is there another book listed?”
“Yeah, contents says Apologia”
“Open to that page, read aloud, now”
“Yeah I’m doing it. ‘Hi, sorry for the silence, it’s been a while since I updated this blog, I’ve been busy with a new project’…”
On foggy mornings the walls between worlds are thinnest. A certain kind of clear evening is a good predictor of the right conditions. I rise early, bake muffins (chocolate with white-chocolate-shut-up-I-like-it-OK chunks, natch) and flip a coin. Heads, one universe to the left, tails one to the right. I head out into the fog, and walk until I feel the ambience change. If you don’t go too many universes your key should still work; I backtrack to alt-my house and leave the box of muffins on the kitchen bench. I know how much she needs a little kindness.
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