“Hold tight and don't lose it,” said the voice, and a grotesque hand stretched out of the window, holding out a tag with number 98 to me. I looked into the darkness inside the window, but saw nothing but darkness. When I approached the window, the door slammed shut behind me. “Come on!” came to me a sounding completely ordinary male voice from the window. Approaching the door, I put my hand on it, pushed it, and it opened, revealing a room for me with another exactly the same door and a window next to it. Well, yes, it was pretty obvious where to go and apparently right now it was time to leave the room. “What do I need to do?” I said quietly, looking at the door. An attempt to grab one hand with the other is also unsuccessful.Īpparently, I'm some kind of spirit or maybe a ghost? I try to touch my head with my hand, and with slight resistance, it goes through the place where the jaw and skull should be. I'm alive? This is not a hallucination or a dream, is it? It becomes a little creepy, but there is no panic, on the contrary, calmness comes. The body, where the eye reaches out, looks like a blurry black spot, in which I can only roughly guess its outline. I open my eyes and see a gray concrete room and opposite a gray door that looks like wood. I try to inhale and nothing happens as if there is no nose or lungs. What's happening? Where I am? Moreover, sensations, strange, but at least there are in contrast to the past awakening. Although it depends on the point of view, remembering the endless lamentations of relatives about the wrong path, about procreation, about something so insignificant that I can no longer remember it, it seems to me that, probably, from their point of view, my life was completely empty and useless.Ĭonsciousness returned, as if someone had pressed the power button. Is that right? It's good? Moreover, what about the usefulness of life? Since childhood, I was satisfied with sitting at the computer, and traveling, communication, food, “outdoor recreation”, my grandmother's summer cottage, all this basically brought more fatigue and boredom than fun, so it was a fairly fulfilling life for me. That is, after all, I lived quite moderately, did not break the law, did not harm people, and from time to time I could help someone if the right moment came along. It seems that people are losing their lives only from cancer and some kind of infections? Although all this is not important now.īut did I live my life well, was it right, was it full? However, my life will become one more unit in the statistics of road traffic deaths. I'd rather die in an accidental gunfight or a terrorist attack. I can't see, I can't hear, and I'm so cold. Time seemed to have stopped and my eyes smeared on the radiator grill, working wipers trying in vain to remove rain drops from it and stopped on the mirrored windshield, a second, two seconds passed, and with a jerk the car continued its movement. The minibus started, and the music in the headphones, along with the quiet hum of the engine, began to lull me and, throwing a pre-sleep look out the window, I saw the car. I close my eyes and try to relax, there will be a subway transfer soon, and there is not dusty, but long work in a small shop of instruments and building materials. I pay by card for travel, the cost of which is steadily growing from year to year, and I sit in the front seat. An hour's drive is if in traffic jams, but given today's crowdedness, I can get there in twenty minutes. Small cold rain and sometimes sleet with constant gusts of icy wind is a pleasure for rare aesthetes who are not present around at the moment.Īfter standing still for a couple of minutes, I see a minibus coming out of the bend, which will take me to the city. Although, perhaps, this is not surprising, who will voluntarily go out on Sunday, and even on holidays? This is certainly not taking into account the fact that the weather is not very good, even for me wrapped in almost winter clothes. No cars in both directions, no bystanders, no one. I’ve been standing at the bus stop for ten minutes and no one is there.
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