Somewhere, 987
The man was mad as he got closer to the treehouse he had been searching for only to find a bird flying around it without perching. Quietly, he sat down, trying to ignore the bird while focusing on what laid ahead of him.
The Woman!
The necklace!
An unknown woman!
He bit his lips slowly as he waited for his unfamiliar visitor to arrive. A woman he had arranged to meet before the full moon would appear in the sky. He adjusted himself properly as he tried once again to look into the sky and observe the irregular movements of the bird flying close to the treehouse.
"You look like a man who has fallen in love with the spirit of drinking," a woman appeared from nowhere and looked at the man. She was the unknown woman he had been waiting for. Her hair was long, up to her waist; flowing freely as if it had no end, as if it didn't want to end.
"And you look like a woman who has emerged from the dark," the man replied. "What can
Somewhere, 987The wind blew in rapid successions as the man walked alone with the necklace still on his neck. He felt slightly agitated that the woman had refused his offer without giving him a valid reason that would last in his memory for a good amount of time. When he got to the bank of a river, he bent down to wash his head only to be approached by an unknown man with a glowing teeth."Who are you?" The unknown man asked.The man raised his head and looked at him. "I am a man who seeks to trade. I am a nobody," he said.
Somewhere, 987Blackwheel wasn’t sure of what to say when Alberto told him that a young maiden who he loved was about to get married. There was obviously something going on in Alberto's mind that he couldn't figure out. Before the wedding began, the young maiden came close to them and told Alberto of her decision to avoid him."I am going to get married," she said. "And I won't be seeing you any longer.""Is there anything you want us to do for your marriage?" Alberto asked."Yes!" The young maiden replied. "I want both of you to kill some animals with your sword."
Somewhere, 987The man who was in possession of a necklace he had tried several times to sell was called Barg. He had tried to give it to an unknown woman in return of something he desired but it didn't work out as he had planned. He wasn't happy when he visited the last place to see if he could get an old woman to buy the necklace from him. Again, he was rejected and told to look for something better to do. When he couldn't deal with his frustration any longer, he dashed into the road in search of someone he knew could help him. That person was Alberto. The friend of James Blackwheel who was deceived by Sophia. A woman who was later killed by a man named Man. It was almost noon when he found Alberto sitting with Blackwheel and admiring the wedding party that was going on around them.Barg moved close to them and greeted them. Alberto responded and asked him what he wanted."I am looking for Alberto," Barg said
Pennsylvania, 2020Maria saw what she was looking for as she stepped out from the prison gate. With the clothes she used to enter prison back on her body, she felt a certain reassurance that she was innocent, that she was free. Through the scattered people surrounding the prison, she found joy as she noticed Uju and Abby standing close to a man she didn't see during all the visits she encountered in prison.Uju apparently saw it too in her eyes. From the movements of Maria's hands, she felt the tension that was rising in her."Calm down," Uju whispered as Maria approached her. "How was your time in prison?""I don't want to talk about it," Maria said. "It was a terrible time where I had to tolerate real criminals messing around with me.""Real criminals?" Abby laughed.Maria loosened her grip on Uju's shoulders and backed Abby. "Who is the young man standing beside Abby?" She asked."The young handsome man?" Uju raised her voice.
Pennsylvania, 2020After Clark dropped Maria and Uju at their apartment, he headed straight to a bar that was closeby. When he arrived at the bar, he gazed down at the floor as he tried to remember the patterns he had seen on his way to the prison that housed Maria. He couldn't remember. Despite several attempts, he still couldn't remember how the patterns were shaped like. Suddenly, he felt naive as a woman approached him and asked if he wanted a drink or something else."I don't want anything," Clark said to the woman."You have to drink something," the woman who was named Miss Crow replied quickly.After a little bargain followed by a brief argument, Clark finally agreed to drink something but on the condition that she doesn't charge him which she bluntly refused.
Pennsylvania, 2020Everywhere was cold when Bessie arrived with Maria. They pulled their coats and dusted their feet on the floor, removing the little snowflakes that had gotten attached to their feet. It was December and almost three months now since Maria was granted her freedom which she thoroughly deserved because she was innocent in the murder of her student, John."How are you doing?" Maria said to Clark.Clark raised his head and smiled. He was making a cup of coffee with his eyes focused on the television. There was a popular show going on that he loved to watch despite the situation surrounding them."I am slowly coming along," He said. "What about you? How did your trip with Bessie go? Did you see where my friend, Michael, used to live when he was still alive?""Yes, I did!" Maria said with delight. "I am truly sorry for your loss. From what the folks who live there said about him, I am definitely sure he was a good man when he was
Madrid, 2020The printer in the office of the secretary was unusually undersized as far as Blackwheel's memory could take him back to the last time he saw a machine of that nature. The two doors leading to the office were now locked as the secretary began typing instructions into the computer with a black keyboard while half-observing the sound of the printer."Pronto terminaré," the secretary said in Spanish."How long do I have to wait?" Blackwheel asked."Unos minutos!"As the printer warmed up to release more colored sheets of paper, the time Blackwheel spent in Italy with Alberto came into full view. The torture and brutality he had to endure as he watched Man drive a silver blade into the heart of his dear friend, Alberto weakened his parched soul. He could clearly remember the eyes of his dying friend who had taught him to love even in hard times. Still, he couldn't figure out how th
Madrid, 2020Betrayals were tiny voluminous black insects that Blackwheel had gotten used to seeing around. They stuck at him with a quick glare while waiting for the appropriate time to bite. The void he felt within him pressed down like a starless night, and all he could do as he felt the emptiness spread out around his body like a desolate retarded parasite was to embrace it. He embraced every sense of pain he could feel and made them a part of him. He embraced every sense of friendship he had lost and made them his past. He embraced every sense of hope he felt within him and turned it into his future. It was the second night in a row when he had woken up from a terrible nightmare with the image of Alberto stretching across his mind. He could see Alberto's face in an innocent light, staring widely at the Pacific Ocean as if he would take a dive once the opportunity presented itself to him.Perfecto!And then, in a flash, Alberto was gone like the thick wind c