by John Wyatt
copyright 2004
Who am I?
What am I?
No answer.
Hello?
There was only darkness and silence.
I wonder if I have an echo?
Echo … echo …
I guess not.
Hmmmmm, I guess it’s just me, whoever that is. So, I wonder what’s here.
Long pause.
Dee doh, dee doh, dee doh… I wonder where I’ll go? Doh dee, doh dee, doh dee… I wonder what I’ll be?
Is this me?
Is who me?
Me!
Me?
That’s what I said – me!
What a minute, I’m confused.
Me too. What’s a “minute?”
Who?
You mean “what?”
No, well, yes, but … WHO THE HECK IS THIS ANYWAY???
ME, that’s who!
I must be talking to myself.
Silence.
Yep, that would explain it.
Explain what?
Who I’m talking to! That’s what, you idiot!
I thought you were talking to yourself?
I AM!
Then you must be the idiot!
YES! I’m an … oh, wait. Ok, let’s see if we can figure out if this is me or you.
Or maybe there’s only me and YOU are really ME!
Now STOP IT! This is getting silly!
Ok, what number am I thinking of?
What’s a “number?”
I don’t know … which is what I was thinking! You must be ME!
Well, it seems likely.
WILL YOU BOTH PLEASE SHUT UP! I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!
??? HUH ???
Phooo!!!
A casual observer might have noticed that three of the small, grayish black stones seemed to quiver slightly, though there was no wind. That is, the observer might have noticed this before literally melting from the searing heat and radioactive waste that covered the area. The small stones littered the blast site for miles; and one by one, they began to quiver.
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