| Fall Imprecise precision |
| Author: Minnie Rating: PG Category: Original Fiction Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. Random black and images coalesced somewhere in my head. Huge thanks to my sister who catches me when I fall. Archive Date: 6/16/2002 You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You smiled at their precision. You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You smiled at their precision, at the pretty "1" pattern they formed on the floor. You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You smiled at their precision, at the pretty "1" pattern they formed on the floor. You thought you'd never get tired of seeing it. You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You smiled at their precision, at the pretty "1" pattern they formed on the floor. You thought you'd never get tired of seeing it. It was always the same. You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You smiled at their precision, at the pretty "1" pattern they formed on the floor. You thought you'd never get tired of seeing it. It was always the same. That comforted you. You took the dominoes out of the box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You smiled at their precision, at the pretty "1" pattern they formed on the floor. You thought you'd never get tired of seeing it. It was always the same. That comforted you. Nothing ever went wrong, no tiles ever diverged off in a random tailspin that you couldn't control. Someone took the dominoes. You were frantic, turning the house upside down, looking for them for hours. But they were gone. You cursed and decided and buy a new box. You took the new dominoes out of the new box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You waited for the smile. And waited. And waited. You took the new dominoes out of the new box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You waited for the smile. And waited. And waited. You hated waiting. You took the new dominoes out of the new box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You waited for the smile. And waited. And waited. You hated waiting. You glared at the dominoes and saw that twos fell on halfway on top of the threes and threes only fell a quarter way into the fours. You took the new dominoes out of the new box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You waited for the smile. And waited. And waited. You hated waiting. You glared at the dominoes and saw that twos fell on halfway on top of the threes and threes only fell a quarter way into the fours. It didn't make sense. You took the new dominoes out of the new box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You waited for the smile. And waited. And waited. You hated waiting. You glared at the dominoes and saw that twos fell on halfway on top of the threes and threes only fell a quarter way into the fours. It didn't make sense. All the tiles should have fallen over each other equally. But they didn't. You wondered why you ever thought the "1" pattern was ever pretty. You took the new dominoes out of the new box, stood them up on the floor, lining up blank ones first, then ones, then two and threes and so on. Then pushed. They all toppled down in a straight, perfect line. You waited for the smile. And waited. And waited. You hated waiting. You glared at the dominoes and saw that twos fell on halfway on top of the threes and threes only fell a quarter way into the fours. It didn't make sense. All the tiles should have fallen over each other equally. But they didn't. You wondered why you ever thought the "1" pattern was ever pretty. You swiped a hand at it, destroying its precision. You gave them to your nephew who said, "Cool, I like dominoes! Thanks!" He started throwing them at his unsuspecting younger brother. You made yourself a sandwich and turned on the TV. The screen paused for a few seconds and then flickered on. Someone else was playing with dominoes onscreen. -End- HOME ORIGINAL FICTION FAN FICTION |