Story a Day

This is a busy time for me in the world outside Story a Day. But nothing will keep me from posting a story a day. Not even the gross humiliation of putting my name on a story like this one.

That day, some stuff happened. Now, of course, stuff was bound to happen on every day. A day on which no stuff happened at all would be unusual indeed—that sort of day would be stuff, or at least “a thing,” in itself, due to its very uneventfulness. Some would argue that an uneventful day is impossible, anyway.

But still, on the day in question, stuff happened that no one had ever expected.

There would be a witness to the stuff. The witness-to-be was having a lot of emotions that day. In addition to emotions, he also had thoughts demanding his attention. He was very busy paying attention to his emotions and thoughts. He would not have even noticed the stuff, had not “a thing” caused him to gain perspective.

The witness was simply doing his usual business, namely being absorbed in feelings and thoughts, when the “thing” happened.

The “thing” distracted him. That’s when he realized stuff had being going on, ever since he had gotten out of bed that morning.

Stuff continued occurring all day.

There was a moment when the stuff built and built. The stuff was so amazing that its witness forgot about his emotions and thoughts. On the other hand, emotions still affected his actions, unbeknownst to him. He had emotions about another person, and about things he liked to do, and about himself. On that day, he was paying more attention to the stuff, thanks to the “thing.” But still, from his actions, it was clear what his feelings and thoughts must have been.

The stuff crescendoed. It culminated. Then, eventually, it decreased. It settled into a low hum that would continue resonating through all the days the future could possibly produce.

image: paulwb on flickr