The Meaning Of Life
The frog looked through the glass, its spongy foot pressing up to the invisible barrier as a pair of eyes gazed in at it. Settled in its jar, it marvelled at the bright lights and crashing sounds around it.
The small animal will remember that day always: the day that the hand reached down from above. The feeling of flying through the air. The new smells and sights. It was all so wonderful.
Again the eyes gazed in, the lid of the jar unscrewing, a scalpel held high.
Perhaps now the frog would know the mind of the creator.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Henry Fornier via Unsplash
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