[ Fiction ]
He was running in some unknown place fleeing from something unknown. It was a late night probably in hell. He ran and ran and found himself panting at steps of a giant oval shaped dark hall. The doors were open and the guard didn't stop from entering. The floor was full of people sleeping in hapazard orientations. Outlines of their loose clothes and bodies were making the scene look like a medieval mythological picture painted on a ceiling of a European church albeit without any colors and detail.
He carefully waded through this pool of sleeping bodies and reached the opposite end of the hall with closed doors. A guard was protecting those doors.
"Open it."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. Open it."
And the guard pushed both doors outside with his hands and stepped aside for him. He stepped out of the hall onto the descending steps in blazing sunlight with a gust of cold wind hitting his face. As soon as this happened the dark hall and the guard behind vanished and a man appeared with a smile and expectant eyes on the steps. Though he didn't say a word to him he instinctively knew what to do. He fumbled his shirt pocket and extracted a bill of 10 and gave it to the man turning his face away from him and to the wind. He saw sunny fields and green mountain slopes. He saw snowed peaks and brightest almost forgotten sunshine. He saw the spiraling roads and cars climbing up those slopes in cool stillness. He saw a bicycle lying idle on the steps below and he knew what to do with it.
He was running in some unknown place fleeing from something unknown. It was a late night probably in hell. He ran and ran and found himself panting at steps of a giant oval shaped dark hall. The doors were open and the guard didn't stop from entering. The floor was full of people sleeping in hapazard orientations. Outlines of their loose clothes and bodies were making the scene look like a medieval mythological picture painted on a ceiling of a European church albeit without any colors and detail.
He carefully waded through this pool of sleeping bodies and reached the opposite end of the hall with closed doors. A guard was protecting those doors.
"Open it."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. Open it."
And the guard pushed both doors outside with his hands and stepped aside for him. He stepped out of the hall onto the descending steps in blazing sunlight with a gust of cold wind hitting his face. As soon as this happened the dark hall and the guard behind vanished and a man appeared with a smile and expectant eyes on the steps. Though he didn't say a word to him he instinctively knew what to do. He fumbled his shirt pocket and extracted a bill of 10 and gave it to the man turning his face away from him and to the wind. He saw sunny fields and green mountain slopes. He saw snowed peaks and brightest almost forgotten sunshine. He saw the spiraling roads and cars climbing up those slopes in cool stillness. He saw a bicycle lying idle on the steps below and he knew what to do with it.