Sometimes, somebody suggests you do something, and you say that, no, that’s not the kind of thing that you can do, and you put the whole thing out of your (conscious) mind, but somewhere in the back of your mind a different decision is made.

Bryna, over at The Everyday Epic, wrote about a ten-sentence short story. And, much to my surprise, today I wrote one.

And here it is.

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“Can you create a rock so big that you yourself can’t lift it?”

“Do you know — can you even imagine — how many people have asked me that question over the years?”

“And how do you usually answer?”

“When somebody asks me that, I create a rock so big that he can’t lift it. Then I drop it on his head. From a tremendous height. Do you still want to ask?”

“No, thank you. So, it’s always guys who ask?”

“No, but I’m old-fashioned.”

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The thing I like about it in particular is that it is, I hope, completely comprehensible to the casual reader, but people who have read my stuff will understand it on a different level.