The End

I saw the rainbow. I walked towards its end, hoping for the rewards. I walked for a long, long while. The rainbow started to fade. Soon it was gone.

I turned around and began the long walk back home. Suddenly the rainbow appeared before me in miniature form.

The rainbow said, “You looking for me?”

I said, “I was.”

The rainbow said, “Well, I’m here. Are you still interested?”

I said, “No, I just want to get home.”

The rainbow said, “I’ll show you my end and all the riches that entails.”

I said, “No, thanks.”

The rainbow began to cry. Colorful tears reached the ground and formed a multifarious spectrum pond. A fish stuck its head out of the water.

The fish said, “Please get me out of here!”

The Fire

My dog Rexy woke me up in the night. The house was on fire. Rexy guided me through the flames. At one point a burning beam fell from the ceiling and narrowly missed us.

We got outside and watched the fire. The flames were gleefully devouring our homestead. With each bite, the inferno got brighter.

We both turned at the same time and began walking away. We walked along dark streets. Pretty soon there were no more homes, only trees.

We walked off the road and into the forest. It got so dark that we couldn’t see the trees and the space between. We had to feel our way through.

Eventually we got to the water. I got down on my knees and Rexy and I both drank from the lake.

We lay down and looked up at the bright night stared sky.

Rexy said, “It’s like everything’s on fire.”

I said, “If it’s not on fire, it’s only waiting for the spark.”

I don’t know.

I walked through the desert until I came to the canyon. It was vast and beautiful. I jumped in.

As I was falling I asked the canyon what was its favorite color. The canyon said, “I like the color of water because it reflects everything.”

I said, “I like blue. I don’t know why.”

I was about to hit the ground when the canyon said, “If you did know why, why do you think it is that you like it?”

It’s hard to do anything right

I couldn’t sleep. It was the middle of the night. I rode my time machine to my bedroom two nights in the future. I found my two-days-from-now-self sleeping. I shook and woke that me up.

That me said, “What the hell?!?”

I said, “It’s okay, it’s me, Brooks.”

That me said, “Oh, okay. What’s going on? Why are you here?”

I said, “I was feeling lonely and was hoping we could talk.”

That me said, “I guess. What do you want to talk about?”

I said, “Gee, I don’t know, what do you want to talk about?”

That me said, “You sound tired. Why don’t you join me and catch some sleep?”

I nodded and spooned that me.

I whispered in his ear, “You know me so well.”

That me whispered back, “Shut up before I lose it.”

I whispered back, “Sorry, goodnight.”

That me whispered, “Night.”

The puddle

I sat in the puddle.

The puddle said, “What the matter?”

I said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

We sat in silence for a while.

Eventually the sun evaporated the water and I got up.

I walked for a while till I got to downtown.

McCreedy was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of Bechner’s Hair Stylists. He said, “What’s with the caked mud on your butt?”

I said, “It says what needs to be said.”