Red Dwarf Speeding Towards Milky Way
“You really can’t blame this on me, Ma!” Spike was indignant.
“How could I know that my bike would get a flat making me late to pick up the tickets and we would miss the concert and Lily would get suspended from school for not showing up?”
He paused for emphasis after his litany of innocence and before hitting the punch line, “It’s not my fault!” and stomping out of the room.
Misty, weary mother of perpetual guilt and two offspring, absorbed both responsibility and venom while studying the view out the kitchen window in search of perspective.
The foreground of green leafy hedges held her shards together again today. The horizon of wooded hillside topped with a graceful wind turbine lifted her spirits for no reason at all.
Misty in the kitchen, Spike in his bedroom, and Lily sulking on the sofa all felt the infinitely light but significant pinch of a moment in their existence. They were three beings in full pique and vex, charged not with true or false, but with “IS,” a species of certain status and continuity.
Meanwhile, the infinite was also “IS,” rushing next—entirely without fault or guilt—into being.
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