“Shouldn’t you be writing your novel?“
“My novella, you mean?”
“Isn’t it National Novel Writing Month?”
“Isn’t it about time you stopped badgering me?”
“Isn’t that remark disparaging to badgers?”
“Let me call one and ask.”
“I’m on hold. Want to hear a story?”
“One of yours?”
“Yes. One of mine.”
“Sure. I got nothing better to do for the next 28.6 seconds.”
What’s heavier, the blade or the handle of a knife? It all depends on the type of knife, I suppose. I thought of this conundrum as I watched mine slide off the edge of the countertop and tumble downwards, after I carelessly knocked it with my hand while reaching for the onion.
Had I not spend the time mulling over this question, I may have been able to move my foot a few centimeters to the left. But I did mull, and I didn’t move.
I still don’t know the answer, but I discovered that I am out of bandages.
Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.
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