The Conversation

The conversation had moved in an uncomfortable direction, and we tried to pull it back. But it would not listen, it had a mind of its own. It moved farther and farther away, we found it hard to keep up. Soon it had disappeared, gurgling, over the horizon. We looked at each other silently, haplessly.

We tried ping-pong, but it wasn't the same.

So we trudged back on sad feet to where we had begun. We resolved to think about it, form our own conclusions. Why was the world in such a sorry state? Look at that speck of sky - so uninvolved in things, and happy to boot!

This was how it ended.