TRUTH
By
Michael
Edwin Q.
We
stood by the window, looking out at the skyline. Below, the trees of Central Park began to loose their leaves. Neither one of
us took their eyes off the vista as was spoke.
“I
guess you could say it all boils down to TRUTH,” I said. “I mean, what good is
life if you don’t know what TRUTH is?”
She
Chuckled. “That’s a good question,” she said. It’s one that each of us must
pursue. Because, you see, TRUTH is relative. What is TRUTH for you might not be
TRUTH for me. And visa-versa, what it TRUTH for me might not be TRUTH for you.”
“You
honestly believe that?” I asked.
I
could see the reflection of her smile in the window glass.
“Oh,
absolutely! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.”
She
unlocked the latch on the window and pushed it wide open. She began flapping
her arms like a bird and then jumped.
It
took two days to get all her remains out of the hole. The repairs to the
pavement start tomorrow.
END
I'LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS by Michael Edwin Q.
