10 minute freewrite: A peak in to the unknown
The night is less ordinary; less black and more blue. Around me I can feel the crowd of people crushing me. Each person has their own dreams and desires and hopes. Each individual is a soul in need, having lived a full life before this moment and will live their life after. Right now they are here around me. We share the same air, drink the same water, are being watched by the same bartender…
I motion at the bartender and ask for a Rum in Coke, ice cold. He makes it and I put down the money for the overly priced concoction.
I drink it and I can feel everyone in the room and I know they can feel me, even if they don’t realize it.
The beat of the music entrances me; I can almost see the other side. The spiritual, the part of the world that is both bound to the physical yet a part from it. I see ghosts of those that inhabit such a place wonder through the crowd. Some are evil, some are good, and all eye each other warily.
Not that the good are exactly worried…
“Why do you do this?” I felt the whisper of a shout touch my mind as I jerk around. There stands a good one, looking me up and down. A friend and someone I’ve known…for eons.
“I have been tasked to live a life among the mortals.” I say, my voice becoming a tad dry as I drink the rest of my mixture.
“You can come back. You know this.” She says. A she, even in the ’spiritual plane’ there is male and female.
I wave at the crowd, the uninformed and ignorant. Some probably think I’m drunk and talking to myself…
“They need someone to help them.” I said. “I both love and hate humanity. Yet I cannot get over the love and much help… Not all are bad you know.”
She looks me in the eye, her silver eyes glinting in the darkness of the club.
“You know they have someone standing up for them?”
I nod. Of course I knew… “But I am doing his work, though some would disagree.”
She motions at the cup in my hand and the place I am at.
“you sure you aren’t being unduly influenced? It has happened before.”
I shrug. Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t know…
I turn to say something, but she is gone, along with the rest of them. My peak in to the spiritual brief; a look in to a place that I used to inhabit.
I can’t take this place anymore and turn to go. I run in to a pretty blonde woman who seems to have the same idea I do, she is heading toward the door.
I pick her up and introduce myself; soon we are gone and in a small 24 hour diner speaking over coffee. Maybe I do miss my home sometimes, but this world has it perks… And I know I’m here by design and not by revolt.
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