A wooden sphere, a rare thing, was near another wooden sphere. Each admired the shape of the other, which was, precisely, its own shape, both being spheres, but this pride in similarity was intensified by an appreciation of difference. The first of the two spheres was lighter in hue, a little larger, with a rougher grain. The second was slightly smaller and smoother, darker in color. The smaller sphere was heavier, as it had a greater density, and something about it suggested a stronger presence than the larger sphere. Each emitted a sound, the smaller a constant tone at a stable frequency, the larger a series of evenly spaced clicks. The noises contrasted with one another but also served as complements. Each sphere could see only half of the other, which meant that each was led to imagine what was on the far side. The large imagined that the far side of the small looked identical to the near side. The near imagined that the far side of the large was significantly different from the near side. Both spheres thought the same thing at the same time, which was that they lamented that the ground was perfectly level, since it did not allow one of them to roll toward the other.
©2020 Ben Greenman / Stupid Ideas
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