To be or... whateverA Story by Jeannette Lunete
I bought my first frustration in front of a white clock with hands that avoid transience.
Lukewarm stimulus was shaking my salto into the random. Swinging the husky voice out of my fragile repertory of verbal mutants. I would run over the monticule of bad excuses while I shouted out my cinnamon breath shaped into a cynical response: "So what?" Over and over again...
The white Persian cat you called Cloudy died.
So what? Now she's at least where she belongs..in the sky.
Pluton is not a planet anymore. So what? A silent "not" is there anyway in his name if you read it backwards...
Flower wreaths are joining graves not heads anymore. So what? At least it goes back to the roots.
People seem to get suicidal over blue letters of ignorance.
So what? At least they create a nice violet plash while massing with the red. Apathy seems to become remediless. So what? My tongue will live forever.
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9 Reviews Added on October 28, 2014 Last Updated on November 1, 2014 AuthorJeannette LuneteAboutMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis more.. |


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