This flashfiction was written today. It is about opinions and how some people like to push theirs down your throat, but they can never listen to anyone else’s. They can only shout you down. That isn’t debate, it’s dictation. But what bothers them most is not to care what they say.
A human, see the spit sit frothy on the purple lips, bursting-full with outdated opinions shouts me down into the dry well.
But I am no longer there.
I have been busy digging west and come out into the new blue light years away.
Lonely, free and deaf.