Petit Mensonge (a little lie)_Would Carl Sagan Be Proud?_OCD_Obvious Plants
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Petit Mensonge (a little lie)
His eyes wrinkled as he sniffed, his nose wiggling as he inhaled some chocolate powder. His granddaughter giggled and swung her legs, still too short to reach the ground. The pair sat in the café’s prime seat, tucked into the bay window for optimal people watching.“Papa! Why do noses wiggle?” Chloé asked, tilting her blonde head from side to side as she contemplated the possibilities. “Eh! How else would they make room for all the smells inside?” He retorted, raising his bushy eyebrow as if to imply that was common knowledge. She nodded; her 6-year-old self-determining this to be a satisfact...
Would Carl Sagan Be Proud?
Dear Niamh,According to Guth’s Cosmic Inflation theory, “In an eternally inflating universe, anything that can happen will happen; in fact, it will happen an infinite number of times.” The pattern will repeat, is repeating, has repeated. We - earth, humanity, me, you - will exist countless other times in countless other ways.You and I will someday be a senseless pile of ash. All of our hardships, triumphs and memories condensed into nothing but dry Calcium Phosphates, plus water and some minerals. But billions and billions, more than that, really- the most numinous number you can think of mile...
OCD
Helen placed the key in the key hole and was about to turn it when she removed it again. She pushed it back inside and then removed it, counting in her head. Two, three, four, five. She inhaled deeply and then placed the key back into the key whole, eight, and repeated the action, nine, ten. She paused when the key was back inside, closed her eyes and then turned the key to lock the door. She unlocked the door again, turned the key back and forth. Four, five, six. She opened her eyes and focused on the key, turning it, locking, unlocking the door. Seven, eight, nine. If she didn’t do it corre...
Obvious Plants
Obvious Plants“I need a plant!” The meticulously dressed, fiftyish woman leaned over the counter and spoke in a low murmur.Lily smiled encouragingly. Sometimes the first visit was a little disconcerting.“Well, as you can see,” she indicated, waving her arm, “we’re all about plants here.” She waited.“I’ve been told this is the place —www.onedoor.cc ” the woman’s voice dropped further, to an almost inaudible but urgent whisper, “to obtain a ‘plant’.” As she mouthed the last word, she brought her hands discreetly in front of herself and wiggled her fingers in minuscule air quotes. Her immaculately plucked eyeb...