Four

“It’s a number.”

“No, it’s a place.”

Both of them had been arguing for quite some time. That deeply annoyed him. They were not supposed to know everything? There was no need to know everything. In any case, they were just three petty, small-time ghosts. And he firmly believed that most of the knowledge was useless. In fact, he was fond of saying that what one calls knowledge is just meaningless information.

He shouted at them, “It’s neither a number nor a place. Now, stop arguing and let’s decide quickly…. where should we go hunt tonight.”

“That is what I was trying to say. As per the latest order, we cannot go out unless it is four,” said one who had started the argument.

“And we just don’t know what it means. It makes no sense to us” said other one.

“Why can’t they write in plain language? Why do we need an expert to make sense of their ambiguous, unintelligible orders. Blast these pompous mandarins!” said he, the one who was deeply annoyed.

Other two looked at him, blankly. Obviously, they had not understood what he had said. They knew that he too had been a mandarin.

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A post for A to Z April Challenge

Today’s letter F