Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26030957-20150608034130

An Absolute Negation

She had taken care of the problem. She had gone to the abortion clinic and terminated the pregnancy.

He didn’t have time to pick her up; he was much too busy working on his doctoral thesis on James Joyce.

It was the right thing to do. Two PhD candidates had no time for a child.

Besides, the kid would have been fucked-up anyway. Somehow they had evolved from taking Ritalin for late night study fests and Valium to sleep, to snorting meth in order to read for days and shooting heroin for rest.

But as he slid the needle from his arm, the copy of Ulysses slipping from his lap, he knew something had gone terribly wrong; for he felt his soul slip up from his body, and when the final page flipped by, it read not YES but No.  