Daddoo's Battered Half

"What should I do with it?" Daddoo asked.

"Cut it in two equal halves."

"Aren't halves always equal," asked Daddoo,"and two in numbers?"

"Sometimes."

"And sometimes...," Daddoo wondered.

"...they are not equal."

"But they are halves!"

"Yes, each could be a half. A half from a different 'one'."

"What about the original one?" asked Daddoo.

"Which one?"

"The one we got halves from."

"Which one? Where is it?"

"Of course it is no longer there."

"Then it doesn't matter."

"Am I stupid?" asked Daddoo.

"Half."

Born on a Train

"She was holding him tightly to her chest."

"Did you hit her?" asked Daddoo.

"All of us."

"How close was she holding him?"

"I could see his eyes."

"What was in there?" asked Daddoo.

"We all died yesterday. On a train."