The Research of The Divine

“Jack wouldn’t have understood even if I were to explain him with apples and grapes all this,” I thought while running. “Nobody would.” 

“Great. Two roads. Where the heck am I supposed to go now?” I doubted, but I didn’t really have time for that, not if I wanted to survive. I picked the right path, did I really pick? I can’t tell anymore what are the things I choose on my own and what are those that had been given to me, those that had been chosen for me; and I can’t tell anymore whether the choosers are from divine origin, socially elected, or coming from the innermost of myself. Maybe, it is a composition of all that. Whatever, I am so done. 

“Wait!” I listened to his rough voice a few steps away from me. How come I wasn’t tired? I couldn’t look back. Not anymore.

“I just want to tell you something!” Frank screamed and I couldn’t have cared less about whatever he had to tell me. Didn’t he speak his mind enough? His time was over.

“You need one more ingredient!” He said and I couldn’t listen anymore because he, clearly, stopped following to take a breath, literally take a breathe and I ran as fast and as far as possible.

“I hate to be in a bad mood,” I said when I got to the cascade. It was nearly impossible to enjoy this expedition if I was troubled like this.

“Why don’t you calm down then?” I listened to a small voice saying and I got a bit startled. I thought I was alone, and that wasn’t Frank’s voice for sure. It was more like a child’s voice.

“Who is it? Where are you?” I asked looking around.

“Come closer to the shore.” The voice said and I was wondering if whether I was trapped in some kind of horror plot and this was my only chance to go away and save my life, or if this was the “missing ingredient” Frank mentioned. I wanted to find that one myself, that was among the thousand reasons I went away running and embark myself on this mission without anyone’s support. I guessed it was fifty-fifty then, I should do as the voice said.

I don’t believe I was or will ever be ready for what I saw in the water that afternoon. It was some kind of winged being, seemed like a delicate fish or whatever it was, extremely shiny, almost blocking the view by the intensity, as if the sun left the sky and came into the water, surprisingly enough you had to look at the water to see it as if some kind of magic was containing the rays. I didn’t know what was going on.

(to be continued...)