Boy: Remeberance

Remembrance


“Welcome.”

“I’d like to know what happened.”

“So be it……
…..There is

…. A story
Often untold by angels and humans alike,
This story has been all but forgotten now.”

“Many centuries have passed since, where it begins even I am unsure of, but for the most part it is an unusual one.

Eons ago there was a soul that was trapped between life and death; it found a boy who was born with no spirit. When he was born he made no sound not even a whimper, he shivered there in his mothers arms.
The soul, one which had been drifting since the dawn of man, was that of a legend, that was never remembered or ever known. It found this boy. I had met this legend once, twice, even thrice; now all I can do is remember.

Within the course of fifteen years fifty five days and five hours this boy had grown up without knowledge of who he was inside….. Then”


Wisps of light brown hair glimmered cool white in the light shimmering over the bay before dawn, floating over his face as he sat on the bench overlooking the small glistening beach. It seemed to be an ordinary day, with the bright morning promising a beautiful day ahead, filled with promise of happiness. Yet even the warm dewy rays of the kind sun didn’t rouse the boy. He was blinded from beauty by the thick black glasses hiding his chalked face, glasses that hid a man from emotion.

The chorus of laughter and please by the stop for the coming bus signaled the dawn of a new day for this human boy. Everything was different.

A first day of school to most is one of horror at ages no older than six. This boy had yet to attend till the last few years of high school as the law required him to achieve academic qualifications.

His absence till this point had been due to a sickness of the very light we all live by, like slaves to a whip. With adventures into the light reduced to but a few, he had met no one beyond his father. But there was one day that always stuck in his mind, no pain or pleasure would ever overcome the joy the boy felt that day. A dull overcast day, only portraying the lifelessness of civilization as a monochrome lit world can. It rained, but it wasn’t rain that sheets down with the strength of fists nor sprinkles over the skin, tickling with light feathers. No, this was the kind that just melodically plops the time away, creating a song of the setting worth more than any picture perfect day.
It was on this wondrous day that the boy was to go to the mud ridden fair that was in town with his farther. ‘’ was the name drooping from the rusty looking sign at the edge of the park where the attractions sat unused in the drizzle, the creek of it’s swing in the biting wind could chill even the toughest of heart. The car just crunched on through the gate into the grim that lay between them and a fair that should have been in a horror film. At the time the boy heard nothing of his fathers cursing as they drove through the ankle deep puddles on the road side, instead he kept his eyes transfixed to the dirt ridden grey fence leading him towards his dream day. For once in the boys life something was happening, something great, something.
The man at the parking gate looked slowly up from his daytime drama to the odd looking visitors winding their way up the snaking drive. A bad sign, as it meant opening the window to greet them and give them a ticket, with what they would use for he had no clue.

“Can I help you?”
“One adult and one child thanks.” The tense tethered man requested.
“Real fans are we?” The ticket booth man asked while printing out the ticket.
“Just bad timing”
“Well I hope it clears for you, have a good time.”

And so the strange customers drove on to acquire a car park, and the ticket booth man shut the foggy window and went back to the ‘loved and the loveless’.

The boy’s father was hoping for anything but a clear day. He wouldn’t mind a lack of drizzle, but that only helped keep the heavy black and grey clouds in their place.
“Let’s go on that one!” The boy said with more excitement in his voice than he’d used his entire life. Of course he’d have to be pointing at the dead still carousel. Not one of the park’s lights were blinking and for a while the boy’s father felt anxious, had the fair been closed.

To the boy’s delight it hadn’t, but the stalls were mostly unoccupied, the fair food wasn’t being cooked and the only smell that wafted through the air was that of the sludge underfoot.
Ten yards from the carrousel and closing, with the boy’s hand gripping tighter each step. There was something mystic about the moment. Religious types would probably take it as being something about themselves, the paranoid type would run screaming and wailing like a madman. The boy just continued to build in anticipation and his father forced himself to remember his wife’s smile before she went mad, anything to take the shivers down the spin away.
It was about this time that the guy given the job to operate the carrousel saw the pair walking through the main section of the fair to the main attraction. The cigarette hadn’t hit the ground before he grumbled his way into the grey snap cold air.

No words were exchanged, the operator looked briefly at the tickets and lead the two up the steps and into the set. Then turned and twisted the ignition key, clicked in the start button and changed the gears to fast.
“To the top.” The father yelled back to the operator. Why the top on a day like today he could only guess, but obliged anyway, anything to get out of the wet sooner.
The huge wheel came to a clunking stop with the boy and his dad looking out at the most depressing site one could imagine. Neither said anything for a long time, instead just sitting there getting wetter and wetter. The minutes slowed to hours, and like earlier the eerie feeling came back, stronger this time with slightly heavier drops of rain. Thunder in the distance rumbled its way toward the father and son like a wave breaking then washing ashore.