The Accident: Part Five. Choices.

by | Jul 13, 2023 | Uncategorized | 1 comment

When You were away, I did identify one event…

While He, She, It was away, I put flesh on the bones of my plan. As I saw it, if I survived, there was only one thing I would change and it was in my recent past. I gathered another barrel full of questions while the Deity was attending to the Egyptian judge. My mind boggled as I wished that I could have been a fly on the wall at that particular encounter. My Arabic was probably good enough to get the gist of the conversation.

At that very moment, my companion returned, dressed in the same garb, the only difference being a set of handcuffs attached to one wrist. The spare bracelet was hanging free and he didn’t seem to notice it. Following my gaze, he looked down.

“Oh shit! Sorry about that. It was a difficult meeting. I had to play a prisoner. They really are the hardest to convince. Them and the Christians.” He removed the cuffs, threw them out of the door and slammed it shut.

“How so, Your Grace?” I enquired.

He turned to me and gave a brief but firm smile, akin to a teacher giving advice to an errant pupil. “That’s the second time you’ve called me that. I let the last one go.”

“Sorry, what do I call you? Is everything OK?” I asked, aware of his change in mood.

“It’s fine. Don’t call me anything and I’m just all Islamed out, if there is such a verb.” His smile softened and he gave a faint chuckle.

“Can you elaborate?” I responded.

“Afraid not. After all, this is a story. Let’s not forget Salman Rushdie. He was almost one of my clients a few months ago. Half an inch to the left and he would have been sitting where you are now.” He drew his hand down his soft features in a gesture of fatigue.

“Wow. That’s interesting!” I was desperate to know more, but as he confirmed, it is a story.

“Let’s get to the matter in hand, eh?” He changed the subject and I tensed, picking through my questions.

“When you were away, I did identify one event which is black and white, like a fork in the path. It causes me great pain but it is also a source of beautiful memories.” I sat back and inhaled deeply.

“Somewhat like having to put down your favourite pet, as it were.” He returned, nipping his chubby chin between thumb and index finger.

“Exactly, I couldn’t have put it better myself.” I said. “However, I need to know how it’ll affect the other party.”

He drummed his fingers across his thin lips and looked up at the light. It reflected in his giant pupils and his eyes took on the appearance of those of a sheep.

“She’ll be fine. Three years is a long time in her culture. Especially without the distraction of western influence and a Masters to tackle. She’ll be married with a baby if that means anything.”

I was shocked at his statement. He knew whom I was referring to and her fate. There was no pain just a feeling of contentment. “That’s good to know,” I said in a calm, quiet voice.

“Back to the event. I don’t need to know the details, just the approximate date and time of day. You do the rest. First, however, we have to determine whether you live.” His face was neutral, neither serious nor humorous.

Again, I tensed in the chair. The old man pulled an ancient mobile phone from his jeans pocket and pressed two buttons. He clocked my reaction and smiled.

“Yes, no upgrades here. Nobody gives at toss if you have an iPhone 14 pro,” He laughed. “Hello? Number three to the fourth, seven, six, five, one. Is he a goer or stayer?” He closed his eyes and nodded at the faint reply.

1 Comment

  1. kenchildse3dc1bd91f

    Somewhat hard to follow.


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