I saw it yesterday, the interruption in the world. I was at lunch with friends when I noticed something wrong with my glass. Something wrong with the orange juice. I looked closer, I squinted. It was barely there, but it was there: a gap in the juice, a place where the orange colour simply ceased to exist, only to start again a tiny figment of space below.
The Interruption - A Very Short Story
The Interruption - A Very Short Story
The Interruption - A Very Short Story
I saw it yesterday, the interruption in the world. I was at lunch with friends when I noticed something wrong with my glass. Something wrong with the orange juice. I looked closer, I squinted. It was barely there, but it was there: a gap in the juice, a place where the orange colour simply ceased to exist, only to start again a tiny figment of space below.