By David Berger
This guy comes back to his apartment late one night, and there’s a golden statue of a god he doesn’t recognize in his living room.
“What the hell?” he says.
“Hell is a state of mind,” the statue says.
“What are you doing in my apartment?” he asks.
“You want me to be elsewhere?” the statue asks.
“I have a choice?”
“You always have a choice,”
“Can I choose you to be elsewhere?”
“Okay. I choose you to be elsewhere.”
The statue stays where it is.
“What happened?” he asks.
The statue shrugs its shoulders. “We all have choices.”
David Berger is a self-described “old guy from Brooklyn, now living in Manhattan with my wife of 25 years: the best jazz singer in NYC. I’m a father and grandfather. I’ve been, among other things, a case worker, construction worker, letter carrier, high school and ESL teacher, a legal proofreader and a union organizer. Love life, my wife and the world. Hope to help the latter escape destruction.”