Worms and Riddlers

In the morning, he sat motionless, staring at the ceiling. Looking at the blankness, total emptiness, he wondered about his life.  Useless….  Useless…  Useless…  Useless…  What had he done to deserve a paper job, God? God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Why? Why him? It echoed through his mind. He tried to think about it further. His mind was warped and strange, like a raw sheet of bubble wrap, enveloping the stupidity of his brain… His life… The road of unkempt stones. Water ran over the wings of a broken thing, wood and rubble crept along the sides of home…  He sat in isolation, thinking to himself. Thinking…. Thinking… Thinking of that glorious world past the bed, past the home, where the great Heroes of the World ran their business in the sky…  Steam rose in the air, tiny metal cups hung along the sides of a yellow house, and a bearded man wearing pleasant rags watched him… Stared at his beady eyes, his tired shape…. Buddy’s was a wonderful place to eat a couple of pancakes, and wash it down wi