Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 11:32 pm
"According to new research, all useful objects have souls. When an object is no longer useful, it dies, its soul diffusing into the atmosphere..." said the television newscaster. Jonathan reached for the milk. His fingers fumbled the carton, tipping it, sending a sheen of glimmering whiteness racing across the countertop. The glimmer faded as the dissipating liquid became useless. Jonathan watched, a single tear trickling over a levy somewhere in his eye. It rolled down his cheek and splashed onto the countertop. When Jonathan remembered the old adage, a flood of tears broke all barriers. How cruel humanity had been.