“Ever feel
like you're being watched?”
Big Brother*
#quote
Well I didn't
go out to my club this Friday or my card game thing because I'm ill
and I'd rather not pass it on. Maybe if I feel comfortably
uncontagious tomorrow I'll go, but it is unlikely. I don't wanna
subject people to it y'know. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The
Mathematician And His Pie
Cho was the
most brilliant mathematician in his department. But what held him
back was his obsession over pie. Not that Cho could be called
overweight or even chubby. But at lunch he would have a slice of his
grandmothers homemade pie that she would give him every weekend to
eat through the week. And it would distract him so.
In all his
equations the mathematician would see pie. In every circle, triangle,
number, letter, he would see pie. The whole pie in the circle, slices
in the triangles, cuts and pieces in the other shapes, maybe the
fruits of the all the various flavors in all the symbols and letters
in the equations. His pencil could become a fork as lunch became
nearer.
People couldn't
blame the man. The pie filled the mouth with divine flavor and it
reminded Cho of his grandmother, who raised him since his parents
passed when he was young. It was physical and mental experiences that
brightened up his day. But it did hold him back from the
distractions.
The pie stopped
distracting him when his grandmother passed away from an illness that
kept her from reaching the dusty old age any grandmother deserves. So
it switched from pie distracting him to grief. And that harmed his
work more.
Eventually
circumstances aligned and a girl entered his life and filled his
world with joy and he filling hers. They shared a passion for
mathematics and even pie. On their anniversary one year Cho cooked
his grandmother's homemade pie.
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