Sunday, November 26, 2006

Chapter 7 - The Trial (2)

Beyond the opening a chasm, seemingly endless, gaped. On the brink of the chasm stood Sinister, gaping. He had never imagined such an absolute absence of somethingness. Glancing around him for an alternative route, Sinister saw a small post box next to him. Clear white letters said: ‘Post your comments here’. Shrugging, Sinister pulled the completed card from his pocket and dropped it in the post box. He waited. For what he was waiting, he didn’t know but somehow it seemed to be the right thing to do.

Waiting is an interesting experience. It gives one the opportunity to reflect and recollect one’s thoughts. A chance to take stock, so to speak. Perhaps even find some meaning or backtrack over one’s life. It offers one a break from the rush, a halt in the endless pursuit towards unseen goals.

It is also incredibly and utterly boring.

Especially when nothing happens for a long time.

Luckily nothing tends not to keep on happening forever.

And such was the case now. Quite unexpectedly a little note popped out of the post box and fluttered to rest at Sinister’s feet. For a while he considered whether he should read it or wait for it to do something noteworthy. The silent struggle between Sinister and the note continued but Sinister soon decided that the note obviously could wait much longer than he could. Swiftly he picked it up, glancing into the nothingness to see whether anyone saw his lack of willpower. Evidently satisfied Sinister read the note. It was quite succinct:

CHOOSE

Choose what, Sinister wondered. His thoughts were answered a moment later. With a rumble three doors descended from an unseen roof and came to rest at the edge of the chasm, right in front of Sinister. The message was clear. Sinister had to choose a door. But how could he decide if no criteria were given, worried Sinister?

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