| A Glimpse of A Day
It is an eddy.
Anthony can easily distinguish it from a
usual depression. He always has chocolates when he felt depressed. But this
time, it is like some anonymous huge monster; too huge to figure out the
figure, too giant to catch the outline. It devours all his energy, and somehow
consumes all his emotions, that he can barely feel its approach. But he senses
it, rationally.
He feels he needs a rope to hook on the
branch over his head, not to commit a suicide as you may think, but to hold
himself, his physical weight, from being dragged down by this invisible eddy.
He feels dizzy now.
Anthony falls on the ground, weakly. There are some inconspicuous tiny white flowers besides his
feet, among all the weeds around him. He stared at them, not knowing for what
purpose he wanders in this area. The air is more humid than yesterday.
He recalls an astrologist once told him, on
an exact date, he would know the change of his life is coming towards. Though
trying so hard as he is, under the tree, remember the date, he just cannot.
The fate is coming to him, and he does not
know about it. Since he is still detained by the enormous black hole, between
his sensibility and rationality. He does not know when the next fourth time he
lifts up his head to watch the sky above him through the grove, a careless
driver will crash him fatally by a truck.
He touches the
cut he accidentally got a couple of days ago, while making his own dinner, and
he can still feel how the knife slid into his skin. With that strange feeling,
the mellow sunshine will be the last thing on his mind.
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