100-Word Fiction: ‘Plato Laughed’

Argue it hard, said Socrates, puffing on a pipe. Argue it well. Argue it endlessly. Because they will forget. They will muscle in ideas, weedle out flaws, overstate detail, underestimate the nuances. But most of all they will forget. They will forget the logic, deny experience, erase memory, bury the truths of our lives. They will squander knowledge, decry society, berate individuals, make tragedy of our success, rewrite the symposium, wreck the republic and denounce our love.

Plato laughed and kissed him:

I will write that we loved and that love is indivisible, he said.

The sky was ashen, grey.

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Author: MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. 'Scarecrow', a debut collection of poetry is available now from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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