"The unfinished story is the most promising, for it holds all the mystery and excitement in its potential."
"I come out of the shadows, into the world."
The
Long Red Line
I remember a long red line extending
without end on a background of white; blurred but certain in its relentless
continuity. I remember faces, too. Indistinct, stretching to infinity as they
merged with one another. And sounds. People talking in muffled voices, in familiar
sounding words that I could not quite comprehend. They could be whispering in
my ear or screaming somewhere afar. But I was not confused. I
knew exactly what was happening. I knew. And I felt many sensations. I felt
like many people. Different people, but all me, all the same.
That was a long time ago. But still, I
remember..
Small Things
Big
things happen because of small things. You look right instead of left just for
a second and your whole life changes its course forever. You may get killed. Or
you kill somebody. And the worst thing is, there’s no rewind button. What’s done
is done. So that’s how it was with me. I looked right. And I killed somebody.
Not then, not that day, but later. And perhaps, inevitably. So it was that
moment that changed my life forever. I looked right for a mere flash of a second
and I saw something. What I saw forcefully ejected me from my life’s path that
I had been following until that moment and landed me where I am right now.
That’s why I’m sitting in this prison cell serving life without parole. And you
see, there’s not much life to speak of for me anymore. You could say I’m a
ruined man. But it was not for nothing. My life changed at that moment, but so did
the lives of many others. You’ll see. I’ll write it all down. I’ve got time. I
don’t have much else, but I’ve got time. Lots of it.
My
life has three chapters. That’s how I see it. The first chapter is pretty
ordinary. Middle-class parents, good education, a white-collar job, wife,
mortgage, divorce, no kids. Ups and downs for sure, but nothing out of the
ordinary. And I was OK. Really OK. All that changed when I turned my head
that day one way rather than the other. It is then that the second chapter of
my life began. That was the exciting part. It was also the
shortest, but more things happened to me in the following two months that don’t
happen to most people in the whole of their lives. And it ended me here. This is my
third chapter. This is the part when I do the thinking, the analysis. This can
potentially be the longest chapter, too. But that won’t happen. I know that.
And you’ll know, too. I am going to tell you why.
Melissa
and the Handmaker
And it is here that I must end my story,
for I never saw them again. I returned home the next morning and silently slipped
back into the patterns of my former routine; that insignificant existence we
call everyday life.
It is through the eyes of an ordinary man
living a quiet life now that I realize the events of those three days were so bizarre,
so extraordinary. And so wonderful. I know also that it all sounds so
incredibly fantastic. And yet, this is the true course of events as I have
experienced them, without adding or subtracting anything.
I have not kept in contact with the
characters after the events, but I know through other people that the Handmaker
is still somewhere in the city, living a quieter life now and not getting
himself in trouble anymore; or at least none that I’ve heard of. As for
Melissa, she was never seen again, but I've heard that she moved out of the
country; where, I do not know.
Maybe one day our paths will cross again, somewhere. I sure hope the circumstances will be different..
Maybe one day our paths will cross again, somewhere. I sure hope the circumstances will be different..