What Was... And now Is

That morning was unusual. Father said he would tell something important at breakfast… but he was gone. He didn’t answer his cellphone, either… Knowing him, probably he was in his morning walk but he didn’t take his earphones or his music player. He really wished to know what his father was about to tell him...

“Don't be afraid, you're not alone… You will soon stop being in the unknown.”

Looking from a window was the injured man. He was pointing at an intersection not too far from Chris’s house. The man makes a beckoning gesture and walks away, probably to guide Chris. Given the situation, the young son could not be distracted, so he took a good number of pills before following that stranger. He never turned around but he was sure he was being followed.

Outside, there was a lot of fog and a strong wind blowing. Christian could barely see anything... but he could hear everything. There were moans, screams, pleas... Ominous silhouettes faded into the dense fog, leaving a lot to the imagination. For brief moments... trees stopped being trees, kids stopped being kids, birds stopped being birds... and they faded into the fog. Chris's was slowly being driven to madness and the injured man was about to turn to see him... before his neck violently set itself straight, making a brief, but painful, cracking noise.

They soon arrived at the crossroad. The fog dispersed, revealing it crowded and full of cars. Chris could see Jacques and Ophelia... and the SUV, and the mean mother. The injured man saw skyward, it was about to rain... with a look of sadness in his face.

Christian was very confused… and he felt a very cold breeze that chilled his spine. The clouds gathered… and a heavy storm fell over the place. When the young man tried to talk to the injured man… An imposing man, with a grey coat and frozen blue eyes, was standing in his place. He slammed the lid of his pocket watch, making a loud clapping noise.

 “Feel the winds coward! This you, from now onwards!"

From the south road emerged Constantino, his hands full with delicious coffee and some donuts. His smile and his desire to surprise his kid faded away when he saw it… himself, walking with his young son... and he turned around, seeing the grey man tap his watch. When his son tried to see, Constantino forcefully turned his head, causing it to sound painfully... and causing Chris's neck to hurt.

The father hurries to his son, who was brought to his knees. He is made a wreck... he saw it too. He couldn't believe that he was stalked all this time... Constantino's apologies didn't suffice... it should have been in another way. Now Chris has to deal with his present... He has to deal with us, now.