Prose

Plus or Minus

written by: piscean

It is so fascinating how this tiny, white, tube-like contraption can decide a life. This inanimate, plastic thing, fabricated daily in loud, populated factories, packaged in small, thin boxes wrapped in clear plastic to conserve its quality, later to be packed into larger ones of cardboard, labeled with stickers with barcodes above an insignificant sequence of randomized numbers. They will be loaded into trucks by thick, muscular arms at the convenience of big, tall men hired for 15$ an hour. These trucks will start into different directions, arriving at different locations each with its own shipment due to take off to one of the places among the incomprehensible intricacy of diversity around a planet populated roughly of 6 billion lives. Places like Cuba; the beautiful reigning island of the Caribbean...beaches of clear blue with a sand layout like the perfect cream colored foam on your cappuccino. These shipments will arrive, another pair of arms will unload these trucks and the large cardboard boxes will be opened and these small, white things in their packagings will be placed on a shelf only to be picked by my hand in which now I hold the rest of my life.


Result? Negative.