Human Vanity

We are without a doubt a proud species. I guess that's one of the reasons we have progressed as far as we have. Yet, sometimes it gets a little out of hand. I figure it's been going on for years. Look at how many things have names that come from parts of the human anatomy. Hurricanes have eyes. Corn has ears. Guns have hair triggers. We pursue the heart of the matter, eat chicken fingers, cheer for nose guards in football, support the right to bear arms, divide our journeys into legs, sometimes act cheeky, keep off the shoulder of roads, keep our robe on the foot of the bed, attach a light to the head of the bed, polish the tongue of our shoes, and good-naturedly rib our friends. If I had any doubt about the human ego, it was dispelled this morning as I watched Dorothy put on her makeup. She sat in front of a vanity.

Tales of Harper, short stories and poems about the fictional town of Harper, Mississippi is available on Amazon Kindle