He followed her to the last floor, where she
fell silent.
“I suppose I’ve changed my tune.”
She turned around.
“Fine.”
How much longer will she last?
He kept following her.
They got to the railway station.
“It’s cold.”
He promised he’d always keep a place for her.
“My heart is warm.”
He wandered on the tracks, looking for the
train.
She took a step back.
“Would you like me to wait inside?” he asked,
smiling.
And suddenly he disappeared.
She felt as though her will had been
dislocated.
His voice was in the back of her head.
“You do it for others. Won’t you do it for me?”
“I don’t see how I can. It’s not that I don’t
pity you. But one has to do it one’s own way.”
“Perhaps it is so. I’m not desperate. But I want you.”
Where would it take her?
Distance didn’t matter. It was always a journey
of ever-lasting growth for the soul.
Expansion of awareness.
She saw an orchid growing out of the concrete
right beside the stairs.
“How simple it would be to just pick it up and
throw it on the tracks.”
She didn’t know what to do.
Neither did he.
Nonetheless, the train would come soon.
It was getting cold.
She was combing her hair. It helped her to
concentrate.
How much longer will she last?
“Fine.”
But it was too late. The train was coming. She
could hear it.
“Come on!”
But he stayed hidden.
Only with a snap of the fingers, he could make
the train stop dead in its tracks.
But he waited.
What if he allowed it to come?
Would she throw the orchid on the tracks?
Only actions will tell.
“What are you doing?”
He punched the wall and broke his fist. No
pain, no gain.
With his bleeding hand he kneeled down and
looked at the flower. A tear fell on its soft petal.
Suddenly, a blinding light burst out of the
orchid. He didn’t understand it. She was sitting on a bench, watching this strange
occurrence unfold.
“You’re mad.”
He smiled.
“Yes. But look at this.”
Suddenly she saw it. Something so strange and
pure that it made her cry.
So he snapped his fingers.
The flapping of a bird’s wings could be heard
from where she was sitting.
She looked around but couldn’t sight the bird.
“Still wondering where it is?”
Staring at the ground, seeing her own shadow
dance like a river, she finally understood.
None of it made sense. Yet, at least.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
Suddenly, they were swimming in light.
What happened to the train?
“What train?”
