|File 47 (standard:science fiction, 1457 words)|
|Author: darkcity||Added: Apr 01 2003||Views/Reads: 2029/1151||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A man comes to grips with the reality in which he lives.|
FILE 47 By Andrew Kerstine The swift breeze and eternal cornfields make up the landscape of the Midwest. Where the roads stretch as far as the eye can see. Upon the never ending road, a beat up red truck comes into sight. The driver of the truck has been driving for the past two hours just to make it into Jackson before darkness falls. His name is Eric Collins. His profession is fixing telephone lines for the county. He has followed this profession for 15 years, just like his father did before him, before his death two years ago. During the occasional storm the phone lines tend to short out and that is where Eric Collins comes in. Eric approaches the telephone line, pulling right along side it in his truck. He hopes to fix the problem as quick as possible as he sees above him the sky doesn't look very promising. He gets out and puts on his tool belt, which is his family heirloom, and gets right to work. Eric begins to scale the telephone pole and a quarter of the way up the pole the sky opens up and rain begins to poor. Eric realizes he won't be able to complete the job today. He then begins to go down the pole and the weather increases. The rain begins to poor rapidly and then it begins to lightning. The lightning comes very close of striking Eric, centimeters away, and then suddenly as he is almost down the telephone pole the lighting strikes the towering pole, sending him onto the asphalt. Eric lies unconscious after this unfortunate, but coincidental accident. The next day had arrived. Eric woke up with a throbbing headache and clueless of his whereabouts. Luckily, the town doctor found Eric lying on the side of the road on his way home from dinner and took him to his home to treat his wounds. He began to shout, to find out where he is. Doctor Felix hurried through the living room with a glass of water and into the guest bedroom. Felix handed Eric the water and began to tell him what occurred and why he is staying in the doctor's house. Before the doctor could even utter a word, Eric says to the doctor, “I know you from somewhere.” Have we ever met?” The doctor replied, “I don' believe so, I've never seen you before, until I picked you up last night.” Eric with a puzzled face isn't quite sure why he thinks he knows Felix from somewhere. “So...” “The name is Doctor Felix, you can call me Felix.” “Felix, what happened to me last night?” “Well, nothing that a little alcohol can't fix.” Felix replied, with a little smirk on his face.” Come on I'll tell you all about it after you take a quick bath and we'll go over to the café. “Alright that sounds good,” Eric replied. Eric and Felix entered the café and found a booth near the back of the cafe by a dusty window, in an almost empty 50's café named Diamond Mike's Café. “So that is how you found me last night?” Eric said to Felix. “That is pretty much it, oh and by the way I never got your name.” “Oh, my name is Eric Collins, I'm from Landside.” “Really, I have some family that lives close to there, near Buxton, but I haven't seen them for quite some time,” Felix said. Then the waitress who is in her early twenties comes over to take their order. Again Eric gets another feeling that he has met the waitress before, and this time he hollers out her name.” Sarah Adams?” The waitress looks at Eric with a puzzled face.” Excuse me, my name is Dorthy.” He stares at the waitress with a deep glare, positive this time this is someone he knows.” I'm sorry about that. I'll just have the BLT and a strawberry milkshake please.” “The same for me,” said Felix. The waitress roles her eyes as she walks away from the table. “Eric, what is wrong, that is the second time today you have misjudged someone that you thought you knew.” “It's hard to explain, but last night in my dreams I dreamt of all these different places and people who I know from somewhere else, including you and our waitress, but you weren't who your are right now.” Felix confused by what Eric is telling him and wonders if it was really worth helping Eric the night before.” About how many dreams do you remember?” said Felix. “I'm not sure, but the dreams felt like déjà vu, but not, as if I knew you in a different period of time,” replied Eric. “It sounds like to me you are suffering from a minor concussion and all your dreams that you had are just that, dreams.” “No, these are more than just dreams, its like I met and knew all these people and have lived in these different places before in a different period of time, don't you think it is kind of odd. Its as if we have been controlled by something of a higher power and we have been forced to live all these past lives.” “Now Eric you are just speaking gibberish, what do you Click here to read the rest of this story (52 more lines)
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