Last Christmas

Last Christmas, little Sarah came downstairs to discover a rather surprising scene. Instead of the piles of perfectly presented gifts spilling out from under the Christmas tree, she found an assembly of abnormal animals playing cards and drinking hard booze.

One of them, a disreputable creature boasting the rear of a kangaroo and the head of a giant anteater, spotted Sarah and threw an empty bottle of high grade whisky in her direction. The precisely-aimed bottle smashed inches above the girl’s head, and had the desired effect of sending her scurrying back to her bedroom.

Fortunately, the card game continued to its conclusion and no mention was made of the incident. 

Shared spaces

“Don’t you think it’s weird that your universe is one of an infinite number of everythings, simultaneously co-existing in shared time and in similar spaces without ever coming into contact with one another?” she said.

“What?” I said.

“Nothing.” she said.

And then she disappeared.

Nothing

Everything had gone. The stuff, the bits and pieces and the things, they had all just disappeared into something.

When he discovered this awful fact he didn’t know what to do, because he had no brain. And when, frustrated, he looked down towards the ground, he realised he no longer had legs. Or any eyes... and that the ground wasn't there either