It’s 2 am and my shift at the hospital is finally over. I’m exhausted.
While sitting at the red light, a car full of teenagers has pulled alongside me, windows down and music blaring.
All of a sudden, I snap. Maybe due to the fact that my patient just died without her family in the room. I lower my window, wave, and turn up my own radio. I sing the lyrics as loud as I can and wink at the shocked boy in the front seat. When the light turns green, I floor it.
If only they could know how very fast it goes. They enjoy their unexamined existence without meaning. I sigh. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being. And for now, the music is loud and I’m enjoying my drive.
Today at dVerse, we are writing Prosery. This is where we are given a line from a poem and asked to write a story no longer than 144 words that includes the line. Merril chose:
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
–Wisława Szymborska, ‘Possibilities‘