Just a Man

An experimental bit of flash fiction

A man pissing in the toilet. Just that scene. Black and white, shattered mirrors. All that stuff. You have to see the angles as they align. Perfection in every minute detail; every degree. Down to the atom. A universe. A man pissing in the toilet. Significance.

            Why?

Why can’t a man just piss in the toilet?

Why does the man stand there; that way he holds his cigarette? He drinks his coffee, -Is there a universe of understanding concealed within some unforeseen speckle of light?-steaming softly, and feels his relief. But it’s all an instant. Forgotten in that split second. Of course not.  Is it art? Some Andy Warhol Wet Dream? Things are much more simple than all that.  It’s a man pissing in the toilet.

Isn't that life, though? Just a ma-

NO!

…

A man pissing in the toilet.

Because of his-

NO!

…

No.

No?

No…