Marble rolled across the surface of the plane. This was not a straight plane, nor was it curved. It was neither rough nor smooth, but somewhere in the middle. It allowed Marble to choose his direction but also shaped his decision. It was thus that Marble came to a canyon, and upon traveling through it several lengths, a fork into two paths. Continue reading
In the blink of an eye nothing happened.
In another blink of an eye, still no progress.
After about one-hundred and twenty blinks, there was hope, albeit very little, in Rebecca’s heart that the cashier would finish before the end of the universe. Continue reading