A Boy’s Question


This is the latest entry in the 100-Word-Challenge for Adults.  This week’s challenge was to use the words “… I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you..”

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“What’s the meaning of life?”  the boy asked the old man.

Rearranging noisy bones he replied, “Life has no meaning, boy.”

The boy stared, thunderstruck.

“But why are we here?”

“Look, to know what life is you first have to learn what life isn’t.  And believe me, son, there are almost as many things that life isn’t as there are stars in the sky.  When you’ve exhausted them all you’ll have your answer.”

“But I’ll never figure it out!” the boy whined.

“Some don’t,” the old man agreed.  “Now, I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you so I can rest.”

He smiled as the door clicked closed.

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To see my other 100-Word-Challenge entries go here.  To learn more about the 100-Word Challenge for Adults, read here.

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28 thoughts on “A Boy’s Question

  1. How wonderful! This has such depth to it & the tease of a great story to be told with these two characters. Many thanks for sharing it on the 100WCGU – I love it!

  2. What a brilliant piece! Deeper than most and deserves to be reread. You artfully used exhausted twice to imply he knows more than he’s telling. And he smiled as the door clicked closed … he knows!

    • Thanks so much for your comments, Ventahl. It’s always exciting to see something I wrote through the eyes of someone else. I need to head on over tonight and read the submission for this week! They’re always so varied and interesting.

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