“I was meditating…”

I was meditating on existential despair and allowing myself to richly grieve the ultimate heat-death of the universe, when the doorbell rang. ‘I wonder if that’s my new shoes,’ I thought.

This opening paragraph for a story just popped into my head. I doubt that it’s going anywhere, so I’m just going to let it be microfiction, and present it as is.


  1. Parse says

    Apologies in advance, but this is where my mind went from this:
    ‘As I signed for the package, the icy vacuum beneath the carrier’s cap registered in my mind. “Wait – you’re – aren’t you going to – ” They shrugged, took back the clipboard, and tipped their hat. “Yes, I am, but I’ve got a lot of time to fill until then.”‘

  2. Scr... Archivist says

    Maybe there’s a way to use this as an atheist koan.

    Either that or the beginning of a story where a different person contributes the next few lines, as Parse seems to be doing.

  3. mfd1946 says

    This entry can join “Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.” (Woody Allen).

  4. gerald spezio says

    With the ominous & possibly cataclysmic methane release in the arctic, the original meaning of the term “heat death of the universe” has been reversed, at least for planet earth.

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