Today a sprig of straw fell from the sky. It surprised me to see such a thing fall from the clouds. Surely no dove nor blue bird could have dropped it, this piece of straw most certainly had no relation what-so-ever to that bleached-white emerald city beyond the rainbow, no monkey flipping way. This thing had been where no life can go.
"Forged in the balmy depths of a molten core where heat and pressure are the sole survivors. Together too long and twisted as rivals. A place where quicksilver screams for the apex of chapels, ‘neath the constant oppression of atoms and apples."
This was not your normal shard of dry, golden grass, no this fragment was special. The seed must have been sown and reaped in the fiery pits of hell. You know…the pits right next to the Steamy Sauna & Day Spa of Hell. It’s the only place I could imagine its origins. This "Little Piece of Cow Feed That Could" had surpassed supercritical mass, gone super massive and produced an exact replica of itself, totally constructed of antimatter.
Now…during the normal course of a day, if I happen to spy some form or another of antimatter passing by, I would usually point it out to anyone near. I mean, it
is a fairly dangerous thing to have around but as it fell I was completely absorbed. I was riveted to my seat, only able to focus on the thing itself. Not its path, its destination, its purpose.
Only the fall.
It was an ever changing piece of performance art. One moment, stuttering through the air with Chaplinesque slap-stick & pratfalls, the next...carving the wind with the grace of a figure skater. It disarmed and pinned me to the ground. My mouth agape in true Cro-Magnon fashion, eyes nearly crossed and Hoovering into my lungs every nasty infinitismal spec of don't-matter wafting by. Small bits of harmless nothings, casting magnified apparitions of pestilence and disease on my cranium walls. Particles, bacterium, who knows, maybe even teeny-tiny people like in that movie Innerspace. Time seemed to slow down and so did I. Not "moving slow" kind of slow, that’s inherent if time is slowing down, ass. I’m talking about getting more stupider..er. As if the whole thing, start to finish, was a diversion so someone could sneak up from behind and steal my brain cells.
Someone like...Meg Ryan and that Quaid guy...Randy?
No...Dennis, Dennis Quaid.
( "...like freakin' diamond cutters...")
Randy would be much scarier to think of running around inside me but I wouldn't be pumped about Dennis either. I don't think Meg Ryan would bother me, she seems like a peach. Not straight-haired Meg Ryan, Version 2.0 with all the upgrades and that Joker smile.
I'm talkin' 'bout care-free, curly haired, When Harry Met Sally, Top Gun Meg Ryan.
These were the kinds of things going through my mind.
Like I said...I was getting dumber by he second...
Well, I wish I had had my wits about me. Perhaps I could have saved the poor thing but in my miniature-movie star trance I could not even help my self. The task proved too much for such as I and the effect of my non-action will forever be tattooed to the insides of my eye lids.
No one deserves to go out the way that camel went, animal or no.
Science says that when antimatter meets matter, the resulting occurrence is much like when some couples I’ve known get together…they devour each other...annihilate, to be more technical. Some may tell you that for antimatter to touch a living thing would be painless, a moment too fast for nerves to react. For these fools I ask...how is it that the scream, emitted from that desert thoroughbred, echoed with such a sound as to be undeniably sure to frighten my grandchildren and their children’s children?
Scientific disputes aside, the actual event that sent me reeling was the final movement of this insane end game. After all the smoke and debris cleared, in complete cliché “gone full circle” BS story mode, I saw the true alpha and omega of our tale. There, center stage of a crater some 20 feet in radius stood….
…Newb Johnson. That’s right, Newb…with her hand in the air asking for a repeat tutorial on the ins and outs of copy & paste. To which the gallery clenched their mouths in uncurved smiles, shaking their peanut heads with a resounding downward, “Ohhhh Newb.”
Of course, with the camel now gone, I no longer know what is going to lead Newb back to our florescent halls. I sense adventure and travel beyond my vantage in Newbs near future.
…more to follow…
