It's nothing really
"Could you please stop staring at me?"
"You blinked."
"Of course I did. How long can you stare back at a mindless idiot? You can only be so interesting."
"Yes, about as interesting as an infinite blob of nothing, I am sure."
"Since when do you monkeys have quips like that?"
"Since the last time you've seen a mirror."
"Oh, how smart. I can't look into a mirror, genius."
"Why not?"
"Do you see any mirrors around here?"
"Well, I did wrap my head around an infinite mass of nothing."
"That's because you can't see it."
Nothing stared at Noman and Noman stared back at Nothing.
He lounged down on the ground that was nothing but flowing ripples of absence and closed his eyes.
"Are you still going to hang around here?" asked Nothing.
"Yeah, sure. Why not? It's pretty chill," said Noman.
"You're not supposed to like staying here. It doesn't work that way."
Noman rolled over and slept.
"Could you please leave this plane?" – asked Nothing.
"Where is it going?" – asked Noman.
"Very funny. I am not particularly enjoying your prolonged presence."
"What are you going to do about it? Let me guess... nothing?" The corners of Noman's lips quivered.
"The first monkey in a hundred years is also a comedian. Great. Now get lost," boomed Nothing.
"I am lost."
"Oh, God."
***
"What do you mean there's a soul missing?"
"Sir, it just disappeared and is not showing up on our ledgers."
"Are you seriously saying we lost a soul?"
"He's nowhere, sir."
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