Flash Fiction

He stood near to the edge, he could see nothing.  He moved closer to the precipice, careful not to make any reckless moves that would cast him over into the void.  He got down on his belly and put his head over the edge.

Staring into the nothingness his mind raced.  All those liars.  Cook and Columbus, liars,  liars. Galileo, a fraud, a fucking fraud.  And no-one ever, ever went to the cheese laden moon.  It was all a lie.  They were all lying to him.  It was a conspiracy.

The earth is flat and he had found the edge.