When I walked across the water it was a mistake, it was hype.  And hype is like a virus, it eats up everything else.  But water is only molecules, like the ground is only molecules; the difference is irrelevant.

Life isn’t molecules, whatever the evidence says.  And the message wasn’t irrelevant, whatever the evidence says.

I wanted to talk about simple things, things that anyone can influence.  But people flinch at that.  They cling to hype because it seems unattainable, so then there’s no pressure to attain it.  I should’ve let myself drown that day.  The cross was hype, too.


This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday.  Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is at the top of this post, copyright The Reclining Gentleman.

From Aquileana’s wonderful posts about Greek mythology, I’ve read a lot about hubris, lately – and so… a reboot of the saviour of mankind.  Meanwhile, to maintain the cosmic balance, here’s a quick word from Richard Hell.