Friday the 20th

I've been studying the sign of life for more than 26years now. The experience was tiring at first. I was only equipped with the most sophisticated tool of the 20th century; the pen. I drafted the time line from 0 year to the final hour of cataclysm. Once done, I asked the higher being to review the blue print. Simply by seeing the look in his horrid face, I knew that redrafting is needed. The higher being's voice was like a whisper to my calculating mind, "It's fine as it is, but I must admit that you need to repeat the writings..."

I swallowed the voice from the omnipotent being and admitted loss. By that time, I knew that I'm back to the life of the smaller being. Smaller than the white spots in the corner of one's mouth.

I licked my fears away."I will redo". It was a proper thing to say.
"Maybe you ought to translate your own work into English" he said. "Maybe"

from the corners of my eyes I saw the girl named Delilah. She was listening to our conversation. Worst she was seeing my fears and failures. She smiled at me and looked sadly at my pen. "Maybe you need to redo..I guess". Her eyes turned glassy, and I wanted to shatter it into pieces. Feeling the pieces falling into oblivion. Quickly I masked a smile over my guilt-stricken face. She knew my feelings very well as she stopped her tears from drifting. Like a dead leaf clinging into a drift wood, her tears simply evaporated from her eyelids.

I felt shame for feeling like this in front of Delilah and the being.
"Gawyn, I'm afraid you're taking too much of our time" said the being, while waving me away from his study room. "I will redo".

I vanished in the darkness, away from the door never looking back.A ball formed inside my throat, like a blob of crying intending to burst.But I simply walked. Dignity is the only alibi I have.Dignity along with the 26-year old pen.