From a dVerse Prosery flash fiction prompt that asked to use the line “every day unfurls as it must” but top out at 144 words
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Reason?
The student asked the teacher why everything was so cryptic, so much the riddle, why couldn’t he be more straightforward, forthcoming?
The teacher said nothing
They sat
Time passed, their season started to change, then changed again and again and again, nature and beasts followed growing and bleating, bucking and wilting, people as well, birthing and burying, peacing and warring, sometimes thinking bold new thoughts in the midst
Stars became from dust, glowed, warmed, exploded then back to dust with some even coming to be holes in the heavens
Those heavens? They were subject to the same passing of time, beliefs and disbeliefs, comforts and heresy’s to confound
The teacher stirred
“Every day unfurls as it must” he said “I can give you answers as we sit or you can be more witness, be of them, die with them. What would you prefer?”
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