Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for January 19, 2014
Homer the Reluctant Soul continues... Bert: So you were beaten and robbed... Homer: Just beaten. I didn't have anything to steal...or so I thought. It was pitch black when I awoke. I had no idea where I was or what happened to me. Then a bright, blinding light pierced the darkness. My instincts told me to go to the light. I struggled to focus as my eyes painfully adjusted, barely able to see something in the light... Something... ...Beautiful. She didn't say a word or make eye contact... ...As she handed me a bowl of food. I thanked her, then asked for her name. She said... Woman: The same as yours now... ...Slave.