Good as is discourse, silence is better and shames it.

This bit of worn asphalt down near the waterfront has had plenty of work put in to drawing attention to the hazards of a crack in the footpath. Of cousre, one wonders why someone could go to all this effort, but actually avoid fixing it. Personally, it looks like overkill to me (I mean, it's been left untended for at least a month now), but I am sure that the fact it lays right on the pub crawl trail has nothing to do with the effort of looking to avoid potentially litigious drunkards.

Not long ago, I discovered the beauty and challenge of the drabble. For the uninitiated, a drabble is a work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.

The purpose of the drabble is brevity, and it is a real test of an author's ability to express [hopefully] interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.

As such, it may prove a useful friend to the blogger who remains pressured to find material to continue posting a couple of times a day.

So, here's a drabble I whipped out on the bus last week. I needed a bit of a fiddle to get to one hundred words, but I hope it work out!

The Conversation

He asked her plainly, “why?”

She answered tersely, “why not?”

He did not accept that this question was an answer.

She was certain that it was the only answer she had.

They had struck an impasse.

“What do I have to say to convince you?” she asked.

“Just give me a reason”, he answered.

“Isn’t desire reason enough?” she demanded.

Another question, still no answer, he remained unconvinced.

His stated misgivings did not satisfy her longing for a decision.

So, much like the last time, and the time before that, they put it aside for the next time.