He opens the door and steps out into the calm of the night. He didn't think much of it before he opened that door but now.... now, it seems right.. right at home. It is 1 in the night. The roads are deserted, the wind blows unobstructed and he stands fixed to a spot... letting the solitude of the night fill him to the full
Peace!
And as always, it struck again. A sea of memories takes him from where he was... in control, sane, coherent... to where he didn't stand a chance of being so. He thinks he has seen too much. But making it all worse, he thinks he'll hate more what he's about to see. He thinks... he thinks...
I... MUSTN'T... THINK!!!
He regains control for an instant. Moves two steps to his left and tries to... shake it off
It happens
But opening that door didn't seem that great an idea any more. He thought he'd like it... but he knew he'd regret it. Five minutes in solitude had given him more agony than five days otherwise.
Some other time... maybe when the time is right
He stepped back inside, leaving the night, the calmness of it, the solitude, the peace and.... closed the door
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2 comments:
you prove man that a person can write so well without being a voracious reader
you know u can use this "not again" as a trademark or so.. looking forward to see more of "not again" series... :)
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