I’ve got questions. Too many questions. They pile up behind my ears, a logjam of uncertainty, pressing against my skull until I can almost hear my thoughts cracking.

“What if I sold them?” I wonder, as another sleepless night ticked by. “Do people buy questions?”

I imagine a shop. Not a real one, mind you. I’m a software engineer – I write code, not business plans. My algorithms are for data structures, not market strategies. But this… this is a thought experiment.

What would I stock?

“Why am I here?” Nah, too cliché. Already on sale at every liberal arts college.

“Is this all there is?” Hmm. Potential bestseller for the midlife crisis crowd.

“Did I leave the stove on?” Practical. Could bundle it with “Did I lock the door?” for a anxiety-inducing two-pack.

This world is too obsessed with answers. Could there be a market for carefully crafted confusion?

I reach for my laptop. Code or prose? Debug or draft?

Who am I, really? A writer of software or a software of writing?

I smile. That’s one question I might keep for myself.

By

S.J Asher

Daily writing prompt

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?

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