There was very little conversation as night fell and rations were shared. My guardian chose to keep guard, to watch over our slumber, one dog by his side. I couldn’t sleep and so went to join him, sat just above the trees – the sky vast and dark, cloudless with a sprinkling of twinkling stars…
“Now what happens?” He spoke without turning to face me.
“What do you mean?” I had no choice but to answer his question with a question of my own, a little taken aback by his bluntness…
“What happens next?”
“I don’t know?”
He shrugged “Well if you don’t know what happens next, I guess we’re all stuck in limbo.”
I nod my head with a long resigned sigh… “I don’t know what to write next.”
There was the truth, my honestly he was seeking, with judgement in his eyes, he turned to face me, I could see him clearly in the nights dull light, because I knew what he looked like, with fine detail. But I had yet to describe him in my story, I hadn’t even given him a name yet. It was all very vague and I sighed once again.
He glanced back over his shoulder to those slumbering in the cave. “Do they know?”
“Know what?” I followed his gaze… “That they are not real, that they are mere figments of my imagination, their torment, their tragedy nothing more than words on a page. Hara, who wears the image of a lady on my bus route?” I thought of the Number 5 bus, the silver haired Asian lady that got on board at the Melton Turn, the way she looked over her round glasses seeking the illusive free seat, how she reminded me of a wise old owl.
“No, I guess they don’t know. I mean, they will continue to lay sleeping until I write the next line.”
“But you can see me, hear me, you know my voice, how I look, my clothes, even my smell… Yet none of this, none of my details exist beyond your mind?”
I simply nodded. “I’m at a loss my friend.”
I don’t even know where we are? Fantasy? Dystopian? A weird Avatar forest like world? In the past, the future… Nothing more than a war, a forest and a handful of characters…
The story had started well enough, a work-shopping story in University class, I had included two endings, one that I have already shared with you all here on WordPress. The second ending, I liked personally, but everyone in class concluded my words should be scrapped… I think I would like to share them again for you, while we sit here under the stars contemplating our future together. I still like them, but they serve no purpose other than to be destined to be scrapped once more…
– Trojan – Centurion – Viking – Samurai – Knight – Cavalier – Confederate – Nazi –
Saved the Child
– Messiah – Mother – Innocence – Prophet – Purity – Saviour – Hope –
That saved the Soldier
A frail hope for humanity – a story spiraling throughout time…
Anne Harrison 20.10.16