Fictionlet
“I keep thinking there must be a deep meaning in there somewhere,” Greg said, “but so far I haven’t come up with anything satisfactory.”
“In what?” Brigid asked, almost afraid to know.
“Well, I was just sitting here thinking about Scrabble over lunch–”
“Why Scrabble?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. Why not Scrabble?”
“You’ve got me there,” she admitted.
“Anyway, I was thinking about Scrabble, when it suddenly occurred to me that ‘evil’, ‘vile’, ‘veil’, and ‘live’ are all anagrams.”
“That’s it?”
“Well…”
“You’re looking for the meaning of life in ‘evil’, ‘vile’, ‘veil’, and ‘live’?”
“Well, it’s not like I’m looking real hard,” he protested.
“So they’re anagrams? So what? Nine plus nine is eighteen, nine times nine is eighty-one, and eight plus one makes nine! Who cares?”
He blinked rapidly. “Wow, they are, aren’t they? I never noticed that! Cool!”
“How is that cool?” she demanded. “It’s not cool, it’s just a freaking coincidence!”
Greg tilted his head looked at her, frowning. “For someone who claims not to care, you’re taking it all very personally,” he said.
-The Gneech
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