unknownA Story by benKeeping out of the way of the massive door closing shop for
the day, if one wanted to, there is time to fall back to the world before this
one but neither do. Instead, both stand in place while watching the way the
door puts up a fuss towards the end much like a child not wanting to go to bed.
After, when the grind of rock on rock finally comes to an end, Benny and
Vincent turn themselves around to see a weathered signpost struck in the
ground. The sign itself is attached to opposite posts driven deep into the
grainy soil giving life to a bed of purple flowers. Pretty in that odd way is
the contrast of color, and after they are close, but not to, carved deep into
the weathered wood gone gray is a triangle topped with a dot above each point. Towards
the bottom is a wavy line and, on the left, a crescent moon while on the right
is the rough outline of the sun. “Is it a calendar,” asks Vincent. “Either that or it’s
showing us the length of a day. I don’t get the triangle or those dots.” “Looks religious actually, you know, the trinity and all of
that.” “If that’s the case, the top of the triangle is pointing
straight ahead. What do you say?” There is no hesitation on Vincent’s part, “Might as well get
after it.” Walking over the rocky surface void of anything green,
keeping the sun to their right, the minutes melt into hours all the while the arid
landscape is unchanging. Lost pops in, says hello, and then leaves. Left standing
is doubt knocking on that mental wall. Together, no words are exchanged as facial
expressions are accepted in such a way that has each keeping to that imaginary
line drawn across the barren landscape. © 2024 ben |
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Added on April 30, 2024 Last Updated on April 30, 2024 Author |