by Jacob A. Zernick
I cried earlier. A friend rang me up and I told her everything, that my day was terrible. We talked about a lot of things. In the middle of all my crying, an ant crawled right in front of me. Not long afterwards, he stopped moving and died. There was another ant not a foot behind him and soon they met up, and then the second ant picked him up and carried him away, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that sad in my life.
Jacob A. Zernick has had much better days since.