The Swift Passing of LifeA Chapter by Jaffa ForbesContest Entry
Prologue
The world we know is huge, I mean, massive. But the actual world we exist in, the circles we twirl in, the footsteps we make, the places we go, the city that we live in... All these are really quite small.
A long time ago, a once close friend, my last and only girlfriend infact, said to me: "Arthur, the world is small. It's so small that I could pick it up in one hand!" Needless to say, I laughed and thought this complete nonsense, but knowing my girlfriend to be the intellectual sort, I then asked her: "How can that be? My hand is barely big enough to hold an apple!" To which she replied dramatically, "But surely that apple is the world?!"
At the time I didn't understand her, and a knudge, a little niggle at the back of my mind started to grow. It had been there for a while I think. She was beautiful and witty and intelligent, but it was like a brilliant white flame to moth. She eclipsed me. After a short time I had had enough. She was too eccentric, too full of life, too crazy that I could no longer stand the heat. She was too intense, and I have not seen her for a good 20 years now.
And yet, even now, I am searching through my old files and blowing away the cobwebs, I am trying to find her telephone number.... because I want to know what she meant. I want to understand her. I need to understand her soon because if I don't, I may not ever have the chance. I have Four Weeks until I die.
My name is Arthur Swift. And I want to start to live.
© 2008 Jaffa ForbesAuthor's Note
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23 Reviews Added on March 15, 2008 Last Updated on May 4, 2008 AuthorJaffa ForbesCanterbury, Kent, United KingdomAboutJaffa Forbes is the bored business student of Canterbury, UK. He is a writer of all things, but mainly poetry and novellas, not to mention the odd satire article. He is fond of speaking about him.. more..Writing
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