Art and the philosophy of life

Neon…a short story

Neon Signage

“Excuse me,” he said. “Show me the easy way out, please.”

“That’s the name of this place,” she said, frowning at him.  “This PLACE, is called, the easy way out.”

“Why?”

“Because you can drink until you can’t remember anything, I guess.”

“That doesn’t makes any sense.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” she laughed.  “I suppose it’s a pun.”

“It’s not a pun.”.

“I know,” she snickered.

“So, there isn’t a room with guns, or people who will stab or poison me, so I can get off the planet the easy way?”

“I’m afraid not.  But I can give you a marshmallow treat.”

“I was looking for a easy way out of here, not a sugar rush.”

“You can use the door you came in through,” she said.  “That’s, an easy way out.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” she sighed.  “But what’s your problem?  How is your life so terrible, that you want to die?”

He shrugged.  “Life is so repetitive.  There’s no hope that things will get better and all the horrific problems that are crushing everyone’s spirit will continue, or get worse.  They’ll be more poverty, more violence, more of everything.”

“Wow,” she said, putting a marshmallow treat in front of him.  “With an attitude like that, it’s no wonder you want to get out of here.”

“This is really delicious,” he said, his mouth full of marshmallow goodness.  “And why isn’t marshmallow spelled marshmellow?”

“I honestly don’t know,” she said, smiling.

“I mean they are mellow treats, right?  What is a mallow anyway, and why marsh?”

“No idea,” she said, handing him a bottle of water.

“Don’t you want to die?” he asked.

“Not usually.”

He nodded.  “You’re lucky.”

“I enjoy the little things.”

“And that’s enough for you?”

“I have a cat,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“Can I have another treat, please.”

“Sure.”

“This is a bar, right?” he said.

“Yes, it is.”

“They don’t usually serve marshmallow treats at bars.”

“This is a…special kind of bar,” she said.

“Special how?” he asked, biting into the new treat.

“We solve problems.”

“You mean like math or crosswords?”

“No.  Not those kinds of problems.”

“What then?”

“We can find out what will make you happy.”

“Nobody can do that.”

“Do you want another treat.”

“Yes, but no thank you.  They’re very sweet.”

She nodded.

“Do you think mallow comes from marshes?”

“Probably not,” she said.

“Then where did the word come from?”

“Where did any words come from?” she asked.

“Men made them up.”

“Yes.”

“So, is this a magic bar?” he asked, looking around.

“Pretty much.”

“What do you suggest?”  he asked.

“Do you like donuts?”

“I do, especially if they’re chocolate with sprinkles?”

“They can be,” she said.

“So now what?” he asked.  “Keep in mind that I’m not very brave, and I really don’t like pain.”

“You’re actually very brave,” she said.  “You’re here on earth, in a body, and believe me, it doesn’t get any braver than that.”.

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Comments on: "Neon…a short story" (2)

  1. Excellent makes me purr.

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