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|He Was Just Thinking (standard:drama, 0 words)
|Added: Jun 01 2001
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|About the beginning and end of it all.
As I went downstairs, again the unforgiving eyes followed my every movement. I could feel them on me like the sights being raised for the final kill. I walked ever so slowly to the faucet and turned it on with the nimbleness and grace of an ogre, I knew it was my father, my flesh, my blood, yet I was disconnected. This black veil of shadows hung between us entreating my curiosity and fear. “Pa, what are you doing?” I asked while avoiding those dark eyes. “Nothing, I’m just sitting.” He replied with a calmness unlike his own. I went for the light switch and flicked it on, fearing some horrible visage would be staring at me, with mutilated flesh and bone. Yet when I turned on the light I simply saw my father sitting there, calmly staring into the soul of nothingness. “What are you doing?” I questioned him with a new and unfound impatience. “Just thinking.” The movement of his lips were unreadable, only the sounds traveled across the room like some unseen bullet. “About what?” I asked as my curiosity began to grow. Suddenly father had a clarity in his eyes that was truly frightening. “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. Shakespeare.” I had never known father as a learned man, and was surprised by what had been said. What did it all mean, I was scared for I knew something was not right, the air was amiss around me, time and space had stopped if only for an instant. I turned off the light, father began to mumble, slowly his quotes from Shakespeare began to take shape, then he was quoting Aristotle, then talking in some long forgotten tongue. I was under the spell of fear and wonder, I had no idea of what was happening to the simple immigrant who had help to rear me up. My father’s voice grew into a booming shout, yet no one awoke. Only I seemed to hear his rants and raves, judgement had been decided. I looked to the clock, it had stopped, everything had been stopped by my fathers voice. A silence followed that was so strong, and thick that it could suffocate even the strongest man. His head turned slightly to the left and his eyes met mine. I could not turn away for I knew if I did, it wouldn’t make a difference. Father’s face was once again filled with tranquility, no smile, no frown, just peace. His lips began to form words: “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. Creation.” I looked up and all fell away. Tweet
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