Message — #writephoto Messenger

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If my imaginary friend had more brains I’d trust her advice, but when Alice tells me something I have to examine it from all angles, especially those angles I forget to check. It might be the best advice I’ll get today, but I really should be getting it tomorrow–or yesterday.

I once told her that a neuroscientist would likely think she was some configuration of neurons acting up in my head. She observed, “They don’t know jack. Do you really think I’m a figment of your imagination?” She expected an answer, and silence wouldn’t do, so I tried dodging the question by saying, “I don’t even know what my imagination is!” She didn’t think I had one either.

“What do you think that crow means in the sky?” Alice gazed at some bird.

“What crow?”

“The one in front of your face. And you think I’m in your imagination? You’re too dumb for me to fit in there.”

Then I think I saw what she was referring to: “That bird?”

“You better get your phone out before it’s too late–Ah!! Too bad. It’s too late. It’s gone.”

That saved me from getting out my phone.

“So what do you think it meant?” Her questions are not speculations for someone sitting in a parallel universe or falling through a black hole or bobbing back and forth in some time wormhole to contemplate. She demands real answers in the real world.

“Well, you know, it could mean anything.”

“Come on, brainless! Black crow, blue sky, flying by. What’s the message?”

“Do you know?” I might as well ask the one with brains.

“Nope.”

Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt — Messenger #writephoto.
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Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

31 thoughts on “Message — #writephoto Messenger”

  2. This is awesome, Frank. I especially like this paragraph:

    “So what do you think it meant?” Her questions are not speculations for someone sitting in a parallel universe or falling through a black hole or bobbing back and forth in some time wormhole to contemplate. She demands real answers in the real world.

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    1. That was the central idea of this piece of humor, as I see it. I wanted to compare an imaginary friend with ideas derived from science that some people consider more real than imaginary friends. Who knows how real they are? Thanks, Aurora!

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    1. Thanks, Robbie! That crow flying got me going in many directions and finally I gave up and brought Alice, a character I’ve used before, in so I could talk to myself–or talk to her as she would put it.

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    1. I often talk to myself (silently 🙂 ) and I’m surprised at the answers that pop in my head from nowhere. It is almost as if there is someone other participating in that conversation. I use the imaginary Alice in stories when I want to play with the idea of what is real since her character is impatient and ready to say what she thinks which can be humorous or annoying. I liked the name you came up with “Mr Perfect-Invisible”.

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      1. Since I live alone, I speak to Mr Perfect Invisible aloud–his voice is of course unheard by others, and like most men he doesn’t say much. He does, however, ask what we’re having for dinner–which amuses me, since he can’t very well eat what I cook 🙂 Have a blessed week, Frank!

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