The two men had always had a strange relationship.
They had always enjoyed their time together. The main feature of their friendship being that neither had ever made any other living soul aware of the fact that they actually knew each other. One would normally think that this would be extremely difficult, but in fact they had managed it for some considerable time. Although this was the case, it was very likely that the situation was about to undergo a radical change. They were both around the same age and quite similar in looks, with the only noticeable difference being their heights. The day that this singular state of affairs came to a breaking point, was when the taller man put a question to the other that brought about several, long minutes of silence. Finally the reply came.
Short: “Why would you ask such a question?”
Tall: “Probably because I have wondered for some time now whether you were actually real?”
Short: “Yes, but what do you mean?”
Tall: “It’s simple really. I’ll ask you again, are you real or imaginary?”
Short: “Asking me again doesn’t help.”
Tall: “Let me put it this way. Haven’t you ever wondered whether I was real or imaginary?”
Short: “Not really. Why should I?”
Tall: “Oh! I don’t know. You must have had doubts.”
Short: “No, like I said, why should I?”
Tall: “Surely, you must have wondered.”
Short: “No never!”
Short was becoming really angry now. He’d never known his friend to act this way before. This was all too much for short. He got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Standing outside now, shaking with rage, a terrible thought occurred to him. Well, more of a question, really. Could the room behind him… be empty?
He turned the door knob…
