A Brief History of Time in our House
This second is the same as the last, a press of the screen, the same exhalation. We lie in bed having social intercourse. Our hearts have pumped eight ounces of blood.
Minutes replicate themselves like bacteria. Your quantum of likes leaves you unloved. We have breathed three and a half gallons of air.
Little is different in this hour. Our livers have metabolised another drink, the sky sticks on black with white moon. Lunar and menstrual cycles are looping. With variant ingredients we cook the same suppers. Together we have shed a complete layer of skin.
We took an excursion around the sun again this year, five hundred million miles back to where we started. The Earth is a fraction warmer although it doesn’t feel it here. We expended another 1.25% of our lives, give or take.
On the event horizon of a black hole, time is white. Our white blood cells die every day.
Steven John’s short stories, flash fiction and poetry have been published in many online literary magazines and print anthologies. His microfiction appeared in Best Microfiction 2019 and 2020, he’s won the weekly Ad Hoc Fiction a record seven times and he’s proud to have read at the prestigious Stroud Short Stories on four occasions. He served as Senior Flash Fiction and Special Features Editor at New Flash Fiction Review from 2018-20. Steven can be found at www.stevenjohnwriter.com and on Twitter @stevenjohnwrite