Daily Shorts by LionHarted

August 21, 2005
The End of No Beginning

He looked at her quizzically. She didn’t return his gaze.

“Have we… reached the end?” he asked abruptly.

“The… end?” she muttered in reply, still staring at that same point in space. She laughed a little. “I don’t even think there was really a beginning.” She laughed a little more.

His face fell, and his eyes drifted off towards that same point in space.

“You mean that?” he asked.

Now it was her turn to look at him. She stopped laughing. “You know what?” she said. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever know.”

“You’re going to have to make up your mind eventually,” he said, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Everyone has to decide—otherwise they’re just left in confusion. Do you want to be confused for the rest of your life? Do you want to be pondering about what was and what could have been instead of what you have?”

She didn’t look away, but something about that blank stare told him that her eyes weren’t registering his presence there—as if she were blind, blind to all she did not know.

Blind to all her uncertainties.

“Maybe it doesn’t matter to me. Maybe I’m so used to being confused that I’m okay with it. Maybe I like living this way.”

He moved closer to her. Her gaze faltered. He stared at her for another moment, then rose and walked towards the exit.

“There’s no such thing as maybe,” he said, absolutely, as he shut the door behind him.

Her eyes followed him out of the room.

Great writing, really, it was. But ... what was it? What happened?

That was pretty cool, however. Random shorts are always run to read ^^

August 22, 2005
Phone-a-friend

“You know that feeling you get when you run into a wall?” the phone asked her. What a weird conversation starter. Must be a normal day.

“I suppose…” she answered the phone. She always felt a little awkward answering some of the questions that rushed into her ear. It was rather comforting, actually—or maybe ‘humbling’ is a better word. It was always comforting to hear that voice.

“How about… repeatedly?” it asked again. The phone must’ve been trying to make her laugh, because it succeeded.

“Hee hee, get to the point already!” she giggled into the receiver.

“Well, let’s just say that… that was my day…” the phone said.

“How so?” she asked.

“Well, I did run into a few things today—but they weren’t walls. They were people. People about twice my size.”

“Oh my! What happened?”

“They unloaded a can of hate on me. I’m sitting in a hospital bed. My face is broken in three different places, and I have a couple cracked ribs.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Thanks…”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Well…”

In that moment, its moment of need, the voice ceased to be a comfort, and suddenly became… human…

“Marco?” she asked the boy.

“You could come and visit me…” he replied eagerly.

She grinned. “I’ll be right over.”

This is what you call… a friend…