Justice Ranes was lost. Spelunking! he thought. He considered his predicament. “Lost in a fucking cave is what I call it.” His words bounced off rock walls pressing in. He picked a direction. His torch would hold an hour at best. The way seemed familiar.
A turn unremembered. Back track? Determination overcame reason. He pressed on.
Ahead shadows. Switching off his light he detected a faint glow. Stepping forward the light increased. At the mouth he stopped. The sought for entrance was instead a cavern. He was doomed.
Justice was undone by a fallacious bioluminescence lurking beyond the passage.
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A flash fiction challenge at The Carrot Ranch: A flash piece, 99 words (no less, no more — just like the tombstone in… um, Tombstone), where you use “the light at the end of the tunnel.” Without the cliché.
1 egg, large 1 cup sugar 1 cup cocoa ½ cup brandy 2 cups milk
Mix the egg and the sugar (it’s going to require a good egg to get through all this, sugar!). Beat well (we can beat this if we try!). Blend in cocoa (blending in will be of ultimate importance this year!). Begin heating the milk over low heat in a saucepan. (No snarky comment here; just heat the damned milk, okay?) Place the brandy in a glass (any kind of glass… really, you have a snifter? I didn’t think so.), drink to taste.
Keep stirring the milk in the pan.
Keep drinking the brandy.
Pour more brandy (it’s going to be a long year!).
Keep stirring the milk.
Either add the mixture to the milk… or just keep adding brandy.
I mean, you survived 2020 — you deserved to get faced.
The universe is stretched too thin. We listen for the resounding snap. Scientists are baffled; poets laugh. Philosophers gear up for a sudden freeze.
Dark matter we’ve covered; dark energy, too. Neither can be captured, seen or weighed; but once hypothesized, theorized, it’s proven unless and until the next best theory butts in — and still a theory lives… a proven theory.
Tonight I waste little thought matter, dark thoughts on cosmological diddling.