“Small Voice, I know it’s been a while
since we last spoke,” I say.
“Indeed,” Small Voice says. “Why
do you think that is?”
“Well,” I say, “You pretty much say
the same thing over and over
and you interrupt a lot.”
“Ah,” says Small Voice, “well, at least
we’re speaking again. Is
there something you need?”
“No,” I say, “I’m fine. It’s just
that I wish… I mean I’d like
for growing old to be easier.”
“Growing is never easy,” Small Voice says.
“I said ‘growing old’ not ‘growing’,” I say.
“It’s possible,” Small Voice says,
“to grow old but not to grow. At least
you’re growing.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Just a minute ago you caught
yourself wishing again and
you made a shift,” Small Voice says.
“Thanks, Small Voice.” I say.
“Maybe I won’t let so much time pass
before we talk again.”
Small Voice smiles.
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