By Robb Lanum
Paul could not perceive the passage of time. Present and past were indistinguishable—just one perpetual instant.
With inspiration and completion simultaneous, with hesitation impossible, Paul tried everything. He could write a novel in one sitting. If it wasn’t any good, he’d simply write another one. Instantly. Paul was unstoppable.
But the satisfaction of finality, attainment, reflection: none of these existed. Paul soothed his newborn son to sleep, howled with him on his first roller coaster, and watched him lose his battle with cancer at 43—all in the same weightless, helpless moment. Paul couldn’t hold him. Paul couldn’t hold anything.
Sometimes, life robs us of all that is good, and there is no cure. Good job, Robb.
Thanks for the read and the comments, Glenn.
Intricate and complex and yet the message is simple. A filigree of few words, each carrying their own weight, Very good!
Wow – thank you for the kind words, Constanee. Glad you enjoyed it.
Some of us seem to go through life achieving a lot–without ever realizing it! Good story, Robb!
quite an enjoyable read. thanks for sharing.