Blood pancakes

I asked myself,


I really have another

serving of pancakes?



I had already finished

three helpings,


though I was dining

at an


pancake restaurant,

I still felt I might be

over-doing it.


So, I asked God

for a sign.

Any sign at all.

Should I have one more


of pancakes?


Suddenly, I heard

the crackle of the diner’s

over-head television set

being turned on, and

then an urgent news report:

Mining disaster in Asia!

Many feared dead.

Hundreds more missing.


So, yeh, I had another

serving of pancakes.

But I did not feel good about it