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Same deal as before. The word for this round was puppet. If you’re interested in participating today, visit the Fantastic Friday Flash blog.

I was at the bar with my friend. He was trying to talk to me about philosophy. Like beer and liquor, they don’t mix.

“We run on autopilot all day long,” he was saying. “But then we have to wonder how much of what we do is conscious. Are you really in charge of your body?”

“How many of these have I had?” I asked, pointing to my beer.

“That’s your first.”

“Right, and my head is already spinning.” I took a sip. “Besides, that’s ridiculous. We’re in control of ourselves. People just need to start taking responsibility for their actions.”

I lit up a cigarette. It was crisp and dry and quickly uplifting. Expensive though, which is reason enough to quit, but I never made a serious attempt. But I could. No big deal.

The next morning I stopped for a cup of coffee on my way to work. They have coffee at work, but it’s mud. The store bought stuff is better by a mile. But an hour into my day that’s gone, and I have to drink another three cups of the mud before lunch. If I don’t, I can’t think.

On the way home from work, some guy cut me off. I was in the fast lane, cruising. Then this guy cuts out in front of me and keeps doing the limit. I think he saw me flying and thought he was holier than thou, so he took it upon himself to slow me down. I would have followed the bastard the whole way to his place, but after going two exits past mine, I figured maybe he was on vacation or something, and not stopping for a few hours yet. I turned around and lit a cigarette instead. Then I wished I had a beer, even though I was driving. Nobody would have seen me.

I was at the bar with my friend. I told him that story.

“Interesting,” was his reply. “Between you and your body, who is the master and who is the puppet?”