Art and the philosophy of life

Morning Star…2

“How old are you, Zip?”


“So, basically, you’re brand new.”

“A baby is brand new.  I’M seventeen.”

“Your right.  Please forgive me.”

“You’re forgiven but what’s with the sunglasses?  Are your eyes just slits?  Are they red, or yellow?”

Lucifer sighed, took off his sunglasses and stared at her.

“They’re blue.  I didn’t expect that.”

“You’ve read too many lies.”

“I guess,” said Zip  “So do you HAVE a girlfriend, or are you on your own, at the moment?”

“Why are you so interested in my girlfriend situation?”

“I TOLD you, I’m SEVENTEEN.  That’s what seventeen year olds are interested in.  If you just TELL me, we won’t have to talk about it anymore.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“I asked you first.”

“Her name is Lola.  She’s gorgeous, I’m crazy about her but we don’t see each other very often.  Work comes first, for both of us.”

“I’m sorry you can’t be together all the time.  I don’t have a boyfriend.  I think James liked me for awhile, but I’m not sure.”

“You’re young, you have plenty of time to find the right person.”

“That’s what my mom keeps telling me.  I have a dog named Snow White.  He’s a boy but…”

“Let me guess.  He’s all white.”

Zip smiled and nodded.  “So, what do you want me to do?”

“Eat lunch with me.  Fries, malts and cookies.”

“Perfect. It’s as if you read my mind,” said Zip.  “Hey, you can’t read my mind can you?”

“I can, but I won’t.  I promise.  See that guy over there?  The one with the dirty sweatshirt and horrible facial hair?”

“Yes.  What’s wrong with him?”

“His wife left him fifteen years ago and he can’t get over it.  He keeps asking himself the same questions every day.  He wonders what he did wrong and if there was anything he could have done differently.  He would like to know if she still thinks about him.  She doesn’t, by the way, other than to remind herself how brave she was to walk away from him. She’s moved on.  She’s happy.  He’s torturing himself and will continue to do so until he dies.  See, that’s what I mean, even demons couldn’t come up with a torture as effective and long lasting as that.”


“There aren’t any actual demons.  I was referring to all of your stories about demons.  And no, usually there aren’t scary things under beds either.”


“Let’s grab our food.”




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