It started out pleasantly enough. Good friends were having a good time. They ate some great food. They began a promising conversation over an intriguing topic. Everything was going really well. There was no reason to sense any danger or peril was anywhere nearby. It was probably not unlike that fateful voyage of the Titanic, nothing to fear on this luxury liner of an evening, what could possibly threaten it?
They say that many icebergs seem unimpressive above the surface, but there is a mass under the surface that many a ship's hull have been torn asunder by. The evening and the friends were as shocked as those passengers when their evening hit its iceberg.
Shock. Fear. Surprise. Reflexive Response. Instinct. Anger. Confusion. They all responded in different ways.
And there was him. He felt like he needed to get his bearings. Respond well, despite the massive damage already done. Make the right decision and avoid needless casualties.
He felt the impulse to use his most profuse implement of response, but words just did not seem right. He could not trust that verbally processing would repair the hull, so he knew he'd need to mentally process more.
A cordial departure and a brisk walk through the dark, rainy, autumn night.
Walking, walking, walking. Thinking. Processing. Venting into the wind. Rebuking the demons. Laughing in the face of irrationality. Clearing his vision. Clearing his mind. Leveling his response. Resisting temptation. Gaining victory. Regaining normal emotional blood pressure.
He neared his point of origin, and was chased by a blessing. The homeless man caught up, asking for some bus fare. They talked. Life. Health. Safety. God. And prayed together. He handed "Oren" some help, then they parted company. He hoped "Oren" would be alright.
It seemed that his mental processing may mean that there will be enough lifeboats for the passengers. Everybody is going to live.
The End.
2 comments:
Don't nobody ask what the "mystery" of what this passage is. I prefer to read it as a mystery, for it is good to know that things like this can remain as they were intended to be received.
I guess what I mean is, thanks for sharing that little ditty, Dave. I like it - whoever's experience it describes, it has a very nice feel and read to it. Of course, if you wish to reveal what it's talking about, it's your blog, you can do so :) But I liked reading it along with the unknowingliness enigma of it all :)
Wow. Read it again. That's an amazingly written little short story. Needless to expand the thoughts by describing why... it's pretty obviously a groovy "thing" without the bore of analysis (don't know literary terms). I hope you yourself wrote it so you can receive the compliment :)
I'm noticing the Google word verification "words" today... yours for me was "dewompid". I like that word. I think instead of saying, "Man, that was ANOYing!" I'll say "Okay, we're talking some serious deWOMpid material here, folks." Or not.
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