The Call - Part III
The story until now:A bizarre series of coincidences has left him wondering. Apparently, he is not accustomed to things going perfectly well in his life. While he is wondering about these banalities, something strange happens…- - - - - -
Strangely, he remained calm and unperturbed.I can’t possibly have heard that, he thought, I must be hallucinating.“No, you’re not.”
Again. The same voice.
“Who are you?” His voice betrayed a hint of fear.
There was no answer.
“Hello?? Are you there?”
“Yes. I am here.”
“But, who are you?”
“How does it matter?”
“Erm, I think, I need to know who I am talking to, I guess…”
Beacuse, I can’t be talking to a voice, he wanted to say. But he thought better of it and instead said, “It’s better that way, I think”
“What if I told you I am no one? What if I told you I am simply a voice?”
He looked up, startled. Could this thing, this voice, read his mind? Did it read his mind? Or was it a lucky coincidence? Who was it? Rather, what was it? Before he could say anything, the voice prodded on.
“What if I told you I am real and yet unreal? That I am everywhere and yet nowhere? That I am no one and everyone? That I am what you belive and what you don’t? What if I said, I am right here, where you can see me, and yet you cannot, or rather, don’t want to? Would you believe me, then?”
“No way! That’s impossible!”
“Because, then you would have to be God!”
“Good, that’s close enough.”
“You heard me the first time.”
He reeled back, trying to comprehend the situation. This can’t be happening, he thought to himself. I can’t be talking to… to… He couldn’t bring himself to utter the words.
“Oh, come on! Don’t be so naive! You have been expecting me haven’t you?”
“What? No, no… You… I… No… Wait, there’s -”
” – nothing to say.” The voice jutted in. “It’s time now. Let’s start, before we get too late.”
So, this is it? This is how it happens? I had imagined it to be a little more grand. I think I deserve much better. Wait a minute, you can read my thoughts, can’t you? You know what I am thinking. Why don’t you answer me, then?
At that precise moment, there was a knock, and the door opened.
To be continued…
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