The Universe Will Provide

A 125 Word Short-Short

The Marshall Poet

“Why can’t you figure out what you want to write about?”

John looked up at his girlfriend, his brow still furrowed from the deep thought he’d been in, looking at the computer screen a moment before.

“Huh?”

“I just want to know,” she said. “You went on and on saying the universe will provide, the universe will provide, but it looks like you’re not getting anything. Absolutely nothing at all.”

John looked at her silently for a couple of moments, his brow still furrowed. Then his dark eyes returned to the screen of his laptop and he began to type.

After a moment his girlfriend, curious, strolled over to look at the screen.

Why My Girlfriend is a Bitch, read the title of the page.