Reality retold

The possibilities of a blank sheet of paper are endless. As it is filled, or as the reader takes the text in, a reality takes shape. The only reality? Hardly.

The man handed the bag to the woman. ”Excuse me, miss, but I believe you dropped this?” He asked courteously.

The man handed the bag to the woman. ”Why did you take it in the first place?” She hissed fiercely. ”Nothing better be missing, or you’ll be sorry!”

The man handed the bag to the woman. ”Can you hold this for me, please? I’ll just be a minute.”

The man handed the bag to the woman. ”You shouldn’t have!” She gasped. ”Is this all for me?”

The man handed the bag to the woman. ”No, I told you already it’s your turn to take out the trash”, she insisted.

The man handed the bag to the woman. ”Here you are, ma’am”, he said cheerfully. ”Would that be cash or credit?”

Every time the past is told it’s a little different. Or a lot. Which version is right? When you pin down reality, is it reality anymore?

(I couldn’t think of how to end this. Is a conclusion necessary?)

~ av christa89 på januari 15, 2008 - 15:43.

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