The old TV, too heavy to
Carry out of the basement,
Still hums to itself.
Faintly fading while the feet take flight
Up the stairs, filing toward the
Front door,
Fingers finding buttons, zippers,
Toboggans and toboggans,
Flinging the storm door open
With the hiss of hydraulics.
For a brief, fleeting moment you can
Hear it. Feel it, like cotton
In an ear canal. The dampened,
Muffled, softened stillness
Shattered by the sound of sleds skidding over
Sidewalk, swishing synthetics,
Styrofoam footsteps,
Hopeful speculation about the nearby "slopes"
Whether the weather will satisfy,
If the fall will stick around
Or the skiers will sit, stuck
Still, waiting.
About the Creator
M.L. Ross
The thoughts, stories, ideas, nonsense piling up in my mind have reached critical mass. Sometimes they're coherent enough to share directly, sometimes they have to filter through the Robit first.
Robit Lays an Egg
This interaction explores the human struggle with ambiguity, using the neutron as a central metaphor. We are cognitively wired for binary choices—all or nothing, yes or no—because they provide clear, actionable answers. However, this forces us into a false dichotomy, ignoring the vast, complex middle ground where most of life actually resides.
By M.L. RossExclusive • 2 months ago
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Hey, My elder sister used to read them to me, and as I grew up, my love for stories only got stronger. I started with books, and now I enjoy reading on different writing platforms. Today, I came here just to read some stories, and that’s when I found your writing. From the very first lines, it caught my attention the more I read, the more I fell in love with your words. So I just had to appreciate you for this beautiful work. I’m really excited to hear your reply!