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Looking For Lunch
Looking for Lunch
After leaving this idyllic place, I continued my journey along a long, dusty road, pitted with pot-holes that streched far into the distance. Eventually, I was able to discern an object far in the distance that might just be moving-or was it just my imagination? I continued, weighing the thoughts that I had thought at breakfast, and going over why I was going where I was going, and why I was going there. I was thinking about why anybody goes anywhere and what their reasons for going there are, as well as their real reasons for going there, their inner reasons-my inner reason for going on my journey, my real journey.
It was at this point, thinking about my inner reason for my journey, when I stepped into a small hole, losing my thoughts just as I thought I was on the point of a revalation. I stopped, cleared my head, and saw that the object I had seen, was only a few hundred metres ahead of me. “It” was an old man, with a slight limp and a cast on his right arm. He was wearing new clothes, made of well-crafted, faultlessly made material, that must have cost a fortune. He walked with the swagger of one who has only recently found himself to be important, and has not yet found that it is a swagger that gives an automaticly bad impression to anyone who is “below” his new-found position of importance, to those “above”, it is just seen as ridiculous. His receeding hair was set in a simple style, slightly ruffled by the wind.
He looked at me and I realized that here was my chance, here was my oppurtunity to rid myself of my burden. These selfish thoughts were soon dispelled, but he looked at me quizzically, as if I had done something unexpected.
I went straight to him, and my purposeful walk made him stop, and stand back to get an asessment of my appearance, as if he were afraid that I would try to rob him in this desolate place.
“Would you know a certain Lennie Small, or perhaps a certain George Milton by any chance?”, I asked.
“Why are you asking me this?”, he demanded, immediately suspiscious. So he DID know Lennie.
“I am representing one of Lennie’s relatives, who wants to see him-urgently.”
“I am afraid that is totally impossible-and would this relative be his ‘Aunt Clara’?”
“No, but she is highly involved in the matter which brings me here, and she is a very close relation a relative of Lennie’s that I am currently representing”, I told him, getting more and more curious about how much this chance stranger knew about Lennie Small.
“And may I ask who this relative might be?”, he inquired.
“I am afraid I cannot reveal this relative’s name to you, but where is Lennie, and why can’t I see him?”
“Dead? That can’t be!” But I looked into his eyes and saw that it was true.
“And George...what about him?”
“Ahh, that’s easy, I’ll take you to him if needs be-is it important?”
“Let’s go then.” he said.
“No-just take this to George”, said I, handing him the envelope.
“Are you sure?”
“Er...goodbye”, he said, suddenly not looking so sure of himself.
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