I wrote a story the other night. You should read it. It’s not very long. In fact, it’s very short so it shouldn’t take too long.
A Really Short Story
John went to the refrigerator to get a beer but when he got there all he found was dark and confusion.
The light was on and shining on a plastic container of leftover spaghetti, half a bottle of cranberry juice, assorted condiments, and the cardboard case of with the hole ripped in the top through which he had been pulling beers all night. But it was dark and confusing too.
At first it was like suddenly remembering something you forgot to do, like feed the dog or pay the gas bill. But that feeling went away quickly and turned to something far less something so easily described. Then, as John stared into the refrigerator trying to remember what is was he had only just now realized he had forgotten, the darkness got a little smaller, then really big.
John didn’t even blink because it happened so fast there wasn’t time. But somewhere in the too fast to blink time the dark got even bigger and for a second John thought he saw an entire universe in the back of the fridge behind the leftover spaghetti.
Two universes, really. Or maybe three at least. Who could keep count at a time like this?
All he knew for a fraction of an instant was that there were little swirling lights chasing one another around in the big dark in the back of the refrigerator behind the leftover spaghetti. The lights crashed into one another sometimes and when they did, either they got brighter as two became one or one or both disappeared and became part of the dark again.
John stood hunched before the open refrigerator with one hand stuck in the beer box, fingers clenched around the second-to-last one while his eyes stared in wild wonder at the infinite. He wondered briefly how many billions of people or something lived on the rocks circling the lights in the back of his fridge. Then two lights smashed into each other and blinked out.
John stood up and closed the refrigerator.
