Meeting of forgotten, lost souls.
The second week of my blog's presents results in second story being offered, same way as previously in audio and written form. Thoug same way does not mean the same way. Railway track is not the chair of Mr.Dot what you will quickly notice :)
Curious what is to happen when people of different age and life experience meet at the same time and place ( though some of them might be from totally different time-space than the others ;) )
Check it out :)
Copyright © 2017 Inersh Leybrad. All rights reserved.
Curious what is to happen when people of different age and life experience meet at the same time and place ( though some of them might be from totally different time-space than the others ;) )
Check it out :)
Copyright © 2017 Inersh Leybrad. All rights reserved.
Audio form :
Written form:
Meeting
at the railway track
That was a gale unseen in
a decades. Raindrops, snowflakes and heavy ice balls formed violent
air raid forcing the majority of living creatures to stay in a safe
and warm shelter. He, however had never been among majority. Skinny,
young men in his 20-ties was just 5 meters away from his goal. He
didn't care neither about bruises resulting from ice balls nor about
his clothes being soaked. “ This is definitely not a clothing
suitable for this kind of weather,” he smiled looking at his
T-shirt, shorts and trainers. But he was not in a good mood and that
was the point where he and the weather were well-synchronized.”.
The train moved at high speed and he was so close to it. 4 meters
remained.
A long, white gown called
Thobe covered him from his face down to the ankles. Over it he was
wearing long sleeve coat- Kibber. He was totally disoriented with
what was going all around him. From the Sky above God was sending not
only rain which he hadn't seen for at least 5 years but also certain
white balls, some of them were soft but the other were really
painful. He ensured his curved Khanja dagger was still in his belt
and said to himself “ That's for sure a place where dark magic
dwells...”. He looked to his right and saw a strange, slender boy
in a weird clothing in a short distance from him. “ Hmm. The boy
apparently doesn't see me. Good, I am not here to fight him. Wherever
I am, I will fulfill my mission.” The monstrous evil thing was
running at enormous speed just four meters away from him using
strange, metal road. “ Great coincidence,” he thought.
“That's not the weather
for the man of my age,” said an 70-years old gentleman holding his
favorite palm-sized rectangular clock with hand-drawn parrot in the
background. “ Thanks God I have this warm scarf, otherwise I would
not be able even to get there. I think that at least one plan of mine
deserves to be completed,” when he said so the huge ice ball fell
from the sky in a such unfortunate manner that it destroyed the glass
cover of the clock. Enraged by this fact he threw it at the running
train. “ It was only a crap after all,” he sighed looking all
around him. “ I've got a strange feeling that I am not alone...
bullshit”, he said. He was 3 meters away from railway track.
Small, a little bit
chubby, freckled 12-years old girl was shaking with fear and
shivering from cold. She did not know how did she get there. She just
walked away from her home pledging never to return. “ A little
pig,” that's how they called her. Her peers from school. Yesterday
they gathered around her. “ A pig should be in pigsty, don't you
know that,” said the mockery leader of her class. Then he started
to crawl on the floor and exhale oinking sound. The rest of her
classmates laughed at it heavily. Teachers never helped and were
actually never interested in doing so. When they saw that she always
tries to stay away from the others they said she is unsociable and
called her parents who joined in the criticism of her. And now she is
where she is. Just 2 meters away from the railway track. She already
took a decision.
“I shouldn't have
entered that cave,” stated a Bedouin man. “But it didn't begin
right there. It all started when I was sent as a trade representative
to make a new deal with a tribe living 5 miles to the south-west from
our camp. I was really satisfied with the new agreement. When I
returned after 10 days I was ready to announce a good news. But I saw
that something happened. Something wrong. They told me that he came
here alone under the cover of the darkness and took the honor away
from my beloved wife - Elmira. He managed to ride away at dawn. It
was Ali from neighbor tribe, located just one mile away from us. He
was obsessed with her even before the split of our tribes occurred.
Right then everything was in the hands of the elders. I begged them
four days and four nights not to punish Elmira. That night beside the
fireplace the judgement was passed. “ The sacrifice has to be
made,” they said. “ Her ird is gone. It's either you or her.”
Next day I took the old camel and without saying farewell to my wife
left the village. I knew what I had to do in accordance with Sharaf,
man's honor code.”
“ That's unbelievable”
thought old man. “ I am just one step away from the end of it. So
much effort... So many memories...”. He closed his eyes and saw his
workshop in the basement. He really loved all those devices. Each
cogwheel, each hand, each dial he made was unique. And obviously his
favorite part- hand-made pictures in the background. There were
people, buildings, animals... just like his favorite one with the
parrot which was now shattered. The amount of passion he put into
this throughout last 30 years was immeasurable. He was never brave
enough to try to sell it. His wife and his acquaintances told him to
quit with this” childish nonsense” as they named it. One week ago
he thought he gathered enough strength to finally capitalise on his
artworks. He even invited his wife to his workshop (before that he
never let anyone in) but she just told him : “ Dear Harold. You
never made anything valuable and you never will. Don't make a fool of
yourself”. That was just too much for him.
He is a very successful
young information technology scientist working for a giant firm. He
speaks fluently 5 languages, finished with flying colours one of the
top of the notch university and already accumulated a few dollars.
There is one wrong thing which doesn't let him live normally. Demons
of the past. He might work for a long hours without any problems but
then it happens. He can hear their whisper coming from all around.
The maths teacher saying that he is too stupid. The colleagues
pointing at him and saying “ Slow Faggot, Slow Faggot!”. The
girlfriend saying that she had to betray him because his is an utter
idiot. The father telling him that he is not a real man and can't do
nothing. Ultimately his workmates who tried to mock him again thus he
requested to work from home. From the childhood to the present times.
The whirlwind of trauma spreads open and drags him in. He tries not
to relive it too much. He tries to combat them all. Anyway he
debunked all those lies. He turned out to be intelligent man with
bright prospect. But those demons are too much a burden for him.
Broken passion, past
traumas, imposed complexes and victim of honor all met beside the
railway track at snowy, cold afternoon. They were standing just 1
meter away from the doom. What they did?
Another train passed by
just before the faces. What caught their attention was the long
spray-written sentence on it - “ Society isn't always right. Be
right. Solve it right way. Solve it your way”.
“Maybe it is indeed one
of those cliché things but there's something in it. I think I have
to get a divorce. I know I produce something of quality. I just have
to succeed. I earned it, ” he thought spotting at the same time a
lonely, small girl. “ What such a lovely, little cutie is doing in
such a stormy weather? I see you're lost. Don't worry, we will call
the police and await your parents”, stated calmly old gentleman.
The young girl for the first time in her life heard that she was
cute. It hit her that she is not ugly, it's just her peers complexes
which they dispose of via humiliating her. “ I will tell candidly
my parents about my situation and I will ask them to take me to a
different school,” she stated.
The Bedouin man was
standing at the railway track holding his Khanja dagger ready to stab
himself before that evil machine came up. After he told his story
aloud he felt relief. Right then he was ready. He saw that heavy,
metal monster in a horizon. It got closer and closer... When he
already adjusted the position of dagger, someone's hands pushed him
away from the railway track and he landed on a snow pile. What a
strange feeling it was for him... Who was that? Who saved his life?
Maybe it was that strangely-dressed boy he saw? No, it must have been
God. He decided that it would be unfair to let the rapist live and to
end the lifetime of the Bedouin who always served him well and was
not accountable for Elmira suffering. “ I have to go back, kill
Ali, take his head along with me and beg the elders for restoration
of my sharaf. I have a great chances especially when I will tell them
that God saved me from the obvious death from furious metal devil.
The most difficult part would be however to return to that cave in
the desert... I just entered it and saw a lake inside. I slipped on a
rock, fell off into the lake and when I woke up I was in that
devilish land... but if I couldn't return then who could?”
The one step separated the
slender boy from the railway track. He saw however a man with a long
robe. He was already standing there and pointing certain kind of
knife towards his stomach. In spite of so much harm the society did
to him he always wanted to spare the others the pain. “ Maybe
that's only the hallucination?” he asked himself. Due to the snow,
rain and ice balls the vision was not particularly too clear but he
was just too close to him to be mistaken. He started to run towards
him and violently pushed him away, seconds before train passed. ”
What was the sense of stabbing oneself with knife and at the same
time let the train crush you? Double death?” he always scrutinized
every detail. Nonetheless he was done with the idea of committing
suicide. “ That's what my enemies would want to hear.” he said “
I won't satisfy them.”. He quickly turned back and went home. He
knew he would manage to overcome those traumas sooner or later. Maybe
someone will help him, even if it meant paid specialist.
I am more than happy that
at that afternoon no final dot was put.