Flash Fictions

The Theory of Relativity

I‘ve met dictators and they usually act kinda silly. I’ve run from places so

small the doors can’t have hinges. I’ve twisted metal into shapes magnets don’t

recognize. And I’ve seen clocks, but they’re not all that interesting. It’s not

that time confuses me, because the minute hand clicks on dashes at regular

intervals. I guess what makes my brain slightly unstable is the idea that our

months and days and years are based on circles. Things revolve, I’m told, and

the earth moves. So we measure time like a merry-go-round. Someone once said,

although not to my face or any other body part, that only a genius can draw a true

circle. Walking around and watching the air pressure blow from people’s mouths,

fluctuating to form notes and tones, I just don’t see many geniuses. In fact,

when facts eat those great eats, I’ve never even met a genius. So, unless

there’s a factory in some desert bunker where child prodigies are strapped to

assembly lines making clocks, I’m never going to buy a watch. No, not even if

you promised me snack cakes for life or a thousand ten-gallon barrels of cream

filling, will I ask you what time it is again.


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