No is in a coma, a persistent vegetative state. I can’t stand the thought of pulling the plug, but it seems inevitable. This loss is coming. I have been fooling myself. This plug will be pulled, forced as it will have to be. No is dying. No will be wiped from the face of this earth, buried, gone, and eventually forgotten as time heals the wounds, as laments become memories, and memories become lost as stories are no longer passed down from generation to generation. No will become a myth, a once-was that may not have really ever been.
Melanie almost 7 years ago
A 600-word story I didn't know what else to do with. For whatever its worth.
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Thanks for posting it Melanie, it was worth it. It's certainly got me thinking about No as a concept in our positive-thinking-cures-all world. There's nothing like a good old fashioned No. Not Not, not Nothing but an emphatic No!