The philosopher was on his deathbed. His illness had consumed his lungs, taking away his breath. His disciples, crowded around him, struggled to decipher his last words.
‘He wants us to… to bring him someone! But who?’
They tried to read his lips.
‘The priest! The priest! Bring the priest!’
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boy with a hat 
hmmm… the philosopher meets the priest. The light of day asks for the
light-er of the darkness.
Well said Randy!
Just so you know, I have heard rumours that you are married. That explains much…
Yes, you’ve written that before…
and One Hundred Years of Solitude
as your favorite book might possibly tell much about you,
but what we surmise about each other
is not as important as what we write, and the feelings we evoke.
Wouldn’t you agree?
Randy
But I agree.
And when I surmise, I surmise positively.
I will marry to one day, preferably with a hatted woman.
The hatted woman I got, I got on the other side of Manhattan 😉
Amazing how often this happens
You think so? Could be!
Years ago, an American comedian named Sam Kenison – known for his extremely lude act where he often mocked religion – on his death bed began to shout, “No! I’m not ready! I’m not ready to meet Him!!”
Agnosticism often fades when death comes knocking. Nice piece!
That’s an interesting anecdote.
fox hole atheist… old concept.
Maybe he just wanted to day “See you in Hell”
I love it!
Okay so this is definitely an interesting concept. I love the idea and great writing too. Also thanks for following me very INSPIRING!
If it wasn’t in caps I would have not believed you.
Haha! Of course! 🙂
You have not told me yet your favorite book. Shame on you!
I know, I know… I haven’t read that one yet… I just have time for 50-word stories… 😦
Wow! Nice one! =)
Another great one 🙂
Reminder: visit this blog more often! 🙂
Philosopher, atheist, politician, rock star, I’m sure several occupations could fit. Enjoyed this.
I like Randy’s comment.