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Charlie

Sight unseen.

By Alex JennettPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Charlie
Photo by Burgess Milner on Unsplash

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The shelter controlled what they wanted to see. The world was cold and grey with something that was also agitated and unknown. Sam and Gene were about to find out what they were always searching for...

They felt like rats in a race that were about to expire. The cheese left on the window sill, full of arsenic and lace from a forgotten time period of utter chaos and ruin. But they both knew that they would end up there soon. The wheel left them in ruin. Still Charlie came to the house day in and day out. Searching for any sign of life that he could find. With the simple intent of collecting information akin to the weather.

The window had fogged up and collected dust. An ochre color that reminded Charlie of a life that he had long forgotten. Past the primal cord of an infinite wisdom that could be managed and dispersed. All of this was familiar to him as he carried the torch onward and upward from this mountain that was building up inside of him. Sam was aware that the window to the world would eventually tear him up. And flatten him like a long-distance pancake or a round sausage of eternal damnation.

Partially fogged in and melting through the sea of eternity towards something that could not be contained, no matter what could be accomplished. The immortal window encasing the surroundings of a long-forgotten world. It bubbled up with the enfusion of decades that could fold the time period of demigods.

Gene could feel the tension build up as soon as he opened his mouth. Everyone in the room could not focus on anything but what he was about to say. And he knew that what was going to be intentional was something that he did not want to utter. Or even start to consider. Here was his sign that he was going to forever remain alone in this wretched new world.

2023 was going to be a hard year, full of peril. Charlie and everyone in the crew, understood what he was going through, they had gone through it themselves. And this could not be tolerated. Everything had switched on them. Something that would not be avoided. The old memories flooded back on Charlie, he could not be out of them. And he wished that he never knew her on so many different levels. But he enjoyed the time with her, drama was free, now that he left.

It didn't matter much to him these days anyways. Nothing much did until it was too late. I wonder who else has read my stories. It won't tell me. Till all of that was gone. None were trying to drag down the misery of another one's stories. He did not like the fact that he spent a year of taking care of three people to manage everyone else while losing his mind. Without comfort. Charlie saw that the slip of the window was closing very slowly. But then wasn't it always, or so it seemed to happen that way almost all of the time.

It was just an explosion waiting to happen. And the worst part was that you didnt need to have an apocalypse to have one turn you down throughout the years. The fields would burn and the sun would shine over them again. Then all of the agitation would find out that it would not really matter at all, until then.

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About the Creator

Alex Jennett

Just starting to publish my works. Enjoy listening to music and writing poetry. I am surprised that since I started writing, within 2 years, with Vocal I have created 78 stories. Music and the written word, help me ease my high anxiety.

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