"Writing Exercise" drabbles by sully

When News of the World's End Came, Jay...

Writing Exercise #1

realised he squandered more possibilities than the destruction of the world would. The fact the human-race would be united was beautiful, a sign of benevolence from the grand universe. Everything would be cut in that fatal moment, it gave meaning, or none.
He had never drank full-fat milk; tried a bite of a plum, confide in a cared other. Jay searched and found no meaning. A staircase up to a pitfall, piano music painting tension never truly present. Does a goal justify life or the end? A book, defined by a front and back cover, filled with pages.