I felt isolated.
I had went back in time, and time had went back and belligerently shredded my life into pieces.
I knew the idea of meddling with time will end up in no good.
Time is but a mere human concept that permeates through society. One that has been indoctrinated into us since birth.
Who is to say whether a minute is more precious than a second. It's almost pernicious, to judge the extent of our lives spent living on a human-made concept.
Yet, time, despite being a human concept, runs our lives.
We plan what time to wake up, what time to carry out activities.
It weaves a false perception that our lives will always be a never ending road, because there always seemsnto be... a next time.
'Next time' had left me complacent.
Yet, now i stand before the grave of my grandfather. With his picture staring back at me, and the letters of his name assiduously carved into the cobblestone, i could only bring myself to mutter...... i'm sorry.
Fragments of my childhood materialised in my head.
His paper-thin skin grabbing my palm, before filling it up with coins that he had saved for me to buy a drink.
I closed my eyes.
He turned around, and casted a wistful look at me.
Bye.
I opened my eyes.
Lives were gone, because of me.
I needed to talk to Granny about this, she was the only one who knew about the box back in the old universe.
And i prayed, with every ounce of faith that resided in me, that she would also know about the box in this universe.
My phone rang at that instant.
I picked it up to see who it was.
The surrounding air had gotten musky due to the incoming rain and i squinted my eyes to make out the words on the screen.
*Text from Jhon*
YOU ARE READING
The Bridge
FantasyWhat if one day you woke up and realised that dreams are in fact a bridge to your reality? An angel has a perfect life, or so we think. They can only advice us but not intercept in our lives, or so we think. Hello I'm a strange guy with a weird brai...
