Friday, April 28, 2017

"What Aristophanes said..."

She didn't know how long she sat in the confessional.  After what seemed like hours, she quieted down, in part, because she needed to control her breathing. Closing her eyes, she took one, long deep breath and exhaled loudly. Unexpectedly, she thought of Harvey.  In that same moment, she heard the first rumble of thunder, then a flash of light.  The door to the confessional jumped, then opened with a creak.

Ellen sat looking at the door. Unmoved. Another crack of thunder, this time, much closer. Lightening flashed and suddenly she was standing in the park between the tall trees near the basketball court.

Rain soaked her beehive and she stood watching the bizarre dance of Harvey.  "He has lost her mind," she thought. "I'm going to have to fire him, now. It's so hard--"

Another crack of thunder and a bolt of lightening appeared in the corner of her sight and all went black.

Nothingness spread over her. Harvey's voice echoed in the long chamber of silence. "Ellen? Ellen?"

She awoke to Harvey's voice reading from a book "'Do you remember what I told you in the library? About how people are always wandering around, searching for their other half?"

The smell of coffee and cinnamon buns brought her fully awake.  "Harvey, stop with that nonsense and get me some food.  He closed the book and paused.

"I am glad you are feeling better. The storm was a rough one. It's a miracle you are still alive."
"Two cinnamon buns while you're at it," she said.