A very short story.
Zeno’s Werewolf
The moon is full at last, and I’m halfway to being a werewolf.
Now I’m half again there.
And again, halfway as close.
Too late. The moon’s no longer full.
Playing the odds
I am half right about half the things I know half as many times as half of everyone else.
Let sleeping dogs lie
Let sleeping dogs lie. You’ll never get them to admit that they weren’t telling the truth anyway.
The arrow of time
You’ve heard the joke about what happens when you play country music backward, I trust.
I am going to watch the Star Wars movies backward.
The Empire returns to democracy. Darth Vader regains his innocence and his limbs, the Death Star is dismantled, and the Jedi order is restored.
Where the action is
Wherever I go is the most interesting place in the house. I get up, and all the cats and dogs rush in front of me to see where the action is. Or is going to be, because I’m there.
Like father, like son?
How did Ben keep a straight face when Luke said “I want to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father”?
“Well, maybe not JUST like your father, Luke. For REASONS.”
The wind howls
The wind is howling outside. It sounds unhappy.
Let me tell you something, Wind. There’s a REASON we don’t let you inside. You have bad manners. You knock things over and spill drinks. Why can’t you be more like your more congenial cousin, Breeze?
Peep.
Ask the little frog why he peeps, and he’ll stare at you and say, “Peep,” which settles the question.
Keep the Dream Alive!
I’m going to keep the dream alive. Or sew together pieces of several dead dreams, apply lightning to the electrodes, and hope for the best.
Excuse me!
Sometimes I apologize to inanimate objects when I bump into them by accident.
If I bump into them on purpose, it’s generally nothing personal.