SunshineGirl
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[The Calculator]
He dug deeper and deeper into the side of the mountain. He messed up. He tried. He’d wanted answers. Did. He dug deeper, with bare, dirty hands. Made his hole just wide and tall enough to stand. A cave. Home. With this done, he found a place further away to bury his failed attempt at some answers.
It was a small device. Cracked screen. Clear encasing, filled with wires. Small white buttons that clicked when they were pressed. He loved that sound. It was exciting. The sound of discovery, logic, certainty. The sound of numbers. He carried this device with him everywhere he went. Any question he had, the device could answer. But that was when he had much simpler problems.
A woman broke into his cage of logic, wrecked his certainty. A new problem, that couldn’t be solved with numbers. He didn’t know. He had questions. He turned to his little device. Tapped the buttons. She grabbed at his hands. Tried to pry his fingers from the device. She thought he was just being silly, maybe he was nervous. She tried to be understanding. She tried to give him time. He tapped frantically. He never looked up. He never saw. She sighed. He never heard. She gave up on loving him. She turned. She broke him. He didn’t know what life was, so could never consider death. But he was well acquainted with staying still and rotting. So he ran.
Before burying the device, he threw it on the ground beside the hole. He stared at it. It started to blur. He looked up. Everything was blurring. He was confused. He felt something on his burning cheek. He touched it. Wet. Clear. “This is emotion,” he thought. “This is not numbers.” He stomped the little device. He heard it crack. Broken. He liked this new sound. It sounded like him. He stomped on it more. The screen completely shattered now. The encasing fell from the wires. He stopped. Admired his work. He pushed the remains of his empty device into the hole with his foot, then covered it with dirt.
He went back to his cave, stepped inside. “Emotion,” he thought, “not numbers,” and buried himself.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/22/2011 08:01PM by SunshineGirl.
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