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Becomes One Hundred Stories #35: Throws Across the River

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Throws Across the River

The man the boy called grandpa sat beside the river. He sat beside the river, and he thought about what had happened that day. He thought about what had happened that day, and he wondered if he would come to regret it. He didn’t regret anything yet.

The man the boy called grandpa looked at the river. The river flowed slowly. The river was smooth but for small disturbances on the surface where the bugs settled. Now and then a fish would break the surface to take a mouthful of bugs.

The man the boy called grandpa looked at his hands. He looked at his hands and he saw a long hair extending from his sleeve.

Hers. The boy’s mother.

The man the boy called grandpa pulled the hair from his sleeve. He pulled and pulled until the full length of hair dangled from his fingertips.

He did not yet think about what the woman the boy called grandma would do (more…)

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Becomes One Hundred Stories #34: Does Not Feel Very Old

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Does Not Feel Very Old

The old man told his nephew how old he was. The old man said he was sixty-six. The old man said that day was his birthday and he had just turned sixty-six. The old man said he had turned sixty-six, but he did not feel old.

The old man’s nephew said sixty-six was not very old. Not for some people. Not for the old man even though he had always called him an old man.

The old man said the number was not what made an old man old.

The old man’s nephew said the old man was not very old, but he was older than he was, so he called him the old man. He said the old man had been older than him his whole life, and he had always seemed old even when (more…)

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Becomes One Hundred Stories #33: Finds a Broken Entrance

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Finds a Broken Entrance

Someone had broken into the place where he lived.

The man returned from work one day and found that someone had been inside the place where he lived at the top of the hill. Someone had broken the entrance to the place where he lived.

The man entered the place where he lived at the top of the hill, and he looked around the place where he lived to see if whoever had broken into the place where he lived was still in the place where he lived.

Whoever had broken into the place where he lived was no longer inside the place where the man lived.

The man went outside and walked around the place where he lived to see if whoever had broken into the place where he lived was still outside the place where he lived. The man was sure whoever had broken into the place (more…)

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Becomes One Hundred Stories #32: Increases its Faith

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Increases its Faith

The woman’s beast ran into the forest.

The woman’s beast ran from the place where the woman lived with the man at the top of the hill, and it ran into the forest. The forest where the woman’s beast could feel safe. Safe from all the human beasts it had to suffer outside the forest.

The woman’s beast did not like the man.

The woman’s beast did not like the man because it knew the man did not like the woman’s beast.

The woman’s beast did not like the man, but it could tolerate the man. The man sometimes (more…)

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Becomes One Hundred Stories #31: Sits and Waits

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Sits and Waits

The loneliest woman in the world sat alone. She sat alone in the place where she lived, and she waited. She waited for something to happen in her lonely life.

The loneliest woman in the world waited. She waited for her husband to return to the place where they lived. She waited for her husband to return from his journey. From his pilgrimage. From his service to their supreme being. The loneliest woman in the world was not as lonely when her husband was gone as she was when he was at the place where they lived. She was not as lonely, but she was still the loneliest woman in the world. Just not as much the loneliest woman in the world as when her husband was with her in the place where they lived.

The loneliest woman in the world sat in the place where she lived, and she waited. She waited for her husband to return to the place where they lived when she would be even more of the loneliest woman in the world than she was when he was away from the place where they lived.

The loneliest woman in the world waited instead of doing something to enjoy (more…)

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Becomes One Hundred Stories #30: Works in the Rain

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Works in the Rain

The rain fell. The rain fell on the man. The rain fell on the man while he worked. While he worked in the field. The field beside the river. The field beside the river that was dry in the summertime. Dry except for when it rained in the summertime. In the summertime while the man worked hard, and the rain fell on the man.

The man could work in any weather. The man could work in any weather, but his favorite weather to work in was sunshine. Sunshine in the summertime. The man could work in any weather, and he could work in the rain. He could work in the rain in any season, but his favorite season to work in the rain was summertime.

The man could work in the rain in the summertime almost as well as he could work in the sunshine in the summertime.

The man worked in the rain in the summertime in the field by the river, and he smelled the smells of fresh rainfall on dry, dusty ground. On dry, cracked leaves. He could hear the rain plop on (more…)

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Becomes One Hundred Stories #29: Wanders Down Empty Corridors

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Wanders Down Empty Corridors

The boy wandered down empty corridors.

The boy found himself in a big building outside the city. The boy found himself in a big, empty falling down building outside the city of a new land.

How he got to the new land or the city or the building he did not know.

The boy had entered the building when the rain started, and as he wandered down the empty corridors of the big building outside the city of a new land, the boy could hear the rain fall heavily on the roof of the big building.

The boy wandered down the empty corridors of the first floor of the building, then he found the stairs and wandered down the empty corridors of the second floor of the big building.

The boy liked wandering alone in large, empty spaces. In big empty spaces.

The boy listened to the rain fall heavier (more…)