Today would be the last day in his dorm room. He had finished packing his stuff and would be leaving behind a bunch of old clothes that he wouldn’t find a use for. He double-checked to see if he was carrying his lucky shoelaces, the ones that earned him his nickname through college. He would have walked right into the course of a car and had tripped over the laces and fell down. It was a brush with death, but ever since then, life had turned out to be just like his nickname: Perfect. His photographic memory brought back traumatic moments from the past when he should have simply died but survived solely due to his perfect luck.
Something pulled him back to the moment. It was an unnerving feeling like the calm before the storm. His confusion was replaced by disbelief as he saw himself walk in.
“Stop,” the lead archaeologist cried out, “I think we found something.”
“According to my research of the cross-lingual lexico-semantic transfer, I believe this stone has inscriptions that contain incredible information about the culture of the people who lived right here…”
The two cups sat leisurely on Table 19, unlike the sole occupant: a visibly frustrated 25-year-old male with blue eyes. He stood up and threw a few pieces of paper, one scribbled on, the rest – money. He left the table with a longing glance towards the ladies room where she had disappeared to, right after the 8 o’clock news started to air. He walked out as the newsreader finished the update.
…and thanks to our local superhero, the fire that broke out in the City Hall has been brought under control!
I was not born here, in Aussie as they like to call it. I came down here to study and research in the field of ornithology. How much I delved into it I do not know, but enough I realise till I became the Great Grand Master of the subject here. And yes, I am still here. And I haven’t just scared crows in my life. I have been a bookmark for many people to get back to what they once where were.
When did I go mad? Am I going mad? Am I going to go mad?
I see things which others can’t. Or so THEY say. THEY have gone mad – to not be able to see things that are perfectly visible?
I remember my past before my madness, or was it after? I don’t know. Maybe I was a Professor at the State University before I saw things that made them put me here. Maybe I was a mathematical intellect. One who could see the solution as soon as I saw the question.
Maybe THEY couldn’t see what I did. Maybe I went blind and am not seeing at all. Maybe THEY are the blind ones.
He walked over to the bench that overlooked the waterfront.
Her laughter echoed over the bay, swathed in blues and greens, but more blue than green. They sat on the brown bench and gazed at the blue waters. He could not have asked for a better place for their last date.
It was their last date in an on-off relationship and he had decided to bend his knee for her, and in his hand would be their ring. And from tomorrow, they would have moved forward, and this would be their last date indeed.
He knew she was the one he had been waiting for. They had had their fair share of fights and misgivings – one fight had seen her aiming a vase at his face. Yet they had stuck together for so long. So, he had realised, they should stick together till death do them apart.
As he went down on his knee, she got up to shield him from the red hot wave that crashed from the shore onto the waves of the sea.
He remembered searching for her eyes but instead finding tears in front of his. He shivered from the overwhelming pain of that memory. It made him drop his phone that played the recordings of the fateful day, when a bomb blast had separated them, over a distance greater than physical.
The video was playing as it always did: at this spot, on this day for every single year for the past 40 years, and he clasping the now chipped ring.
The scene on his mobile ended with an image of the ruckus of the bay blown apart in a bloody red hue. The authorities had set right the place for the public’s eye. But in his mind’s eye, their last date would always be bathed in bloody red.