indefinite

 

“How much longer?” he whines.

“Not much,” I smile.

A person dies, and another is born. It seems infinite. It goes on and on and on, not in circles, just keeps going with no end in sight.

“Ugh,” he groans.

Religions and academia give incomplete answers. The world we see is a fraction of the unknown.
It seems infinite.

“Almost done,” I cheer him on.

Some things are finite. Financial resources run out. There are physical limitations. Even my patience has its limit.

I beam at him, taking the blood pressure cuff off of his arm.
He rolls his eyes.

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

For Friday Fictioneers – 8th September 2017 and The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Finite.

 

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