WRITING GROUP PROMPT (2/23/11): CASH. You think some money is missing from your wallet. Who do you think took it? Why/what for?
The money was here; now it’s gone. And all the while the wallet remained in my hand. What a mystery! Surely I should be rendered in black and white while telling this tale, all pin curls and deep red lipstick, batting my dangerous lashes and puffing (attractively) on a cigarette holder. But of course I know exactly what had become of the money. There is a black hole in my wallet. It’s as simple and unfathomable as that. Though I am making an important scientific contribution to our understanding of cosmology, it seems painfully obvious to me now, and I wonder why no one’s thought of this before. Perhaps it seems strange to you that something as vast as a universe can be tucked into something as small as a wallet. That leather can constrain such gravitational pull! Well, I tell you, it’s true. I’ll leave the research and the glory to someone else, but I have never been more certain. In the Amazon, they’ve found monkeys no bigger than your finger. In the depths of the ocean, they’re finding stranger and stranger fishes—ones with no eyes, or ones with fangs, with spines, with flashlight-like attachments they use to attract and trap their prey! There is such wonder possible and such horror, such things we cannot, or won’t, or just haven’t yet imagined. And to me, that’s where the beauty’s at: knowing only that we will never know it all.