His mouth is dry and sticky. Henry tried to swallow. In vain. Rattling let him raise his pounding head and look to the original direction of the noise.
A small fire dances a few feet in front of his eyes and he has eyelids squint in order to reveal something of the environment.
behind the fire, a man sits on a folding chair. He just screwed the lid on a thermos bottle and stowed it in a white plastic bag next to his right leg. To his left sits a small brown dog, whose tail excited drumming on the frozen grass remains, as the man he strokes his head.
with a pocket knife he peels an apple. The red shell winds moving in a spiral to the ground term.
"Yes, Chester, it's time for us. "He puts his head in his neck humming monotonously with the North Wind and wiggled his big feet, which put in a light brown moccasins.
Henry pulls his arms out from under his body and groaned, as he approached the painful elbow to the fire crawls. He will not fall close to the flame and stretched out, with his last strength, an arm in the direction of the man from. The palm open, fingers spread apart.
Chester barks twice in quick succession, but remains seated.
"Yes, Chester, it always is. In the end, asking and begging them while they still have no reason to ask. "
in small bites, he can be the apple in his great Mouth disappear, chewing every piece thoroughly, so that flash out his exceptionally white teeth between his lips.
In Henry's head whirl picture scraps, blurred fragments of intangible Scenes from another life. The palms pressed to his temples, he tried to stop the vortex. Impossible. So he tries to get up to at least give his body the appearance of normality, but his legs are frozen stiff and unusable. Furious, he beats his fists on his thighs, until sweat combines with its icy hair, and finally gives up.
He collects saliva. It takes an eternity until it enough together has to swallow. "Who are you?" He produced gasps and his body is immediately shaken by a dry cough.
"Who am I, Chester? Am I somebody? "The man looks at his dog, then to the sky, some lying on the sleepy stars between clouds billowing out beds, as if expecting an answer. But neither the stars nor Chester seem to know the answer to. He weighs his head back and forth, digs out a woolen cap from the plastic bag and pulls them up over his ears. Then he gets up, braces his arms in the back and pressed by his cross. He collapsed with the small chair, after his vertebrae cracked extensively, and stowed it with his other belongings in a plastic bag. He leint at Chester and is directly in front of Henry's face in a crouch.
"I am a wanderer," he said, and sees in Henry's eyes. "Nothing."
are from a distance to hear sirens. Chester sniffs at Henry's face.
"I have a collect what was thrown away. As the brave men of the garbage disposal. Everyone knows them, appreciate their work, but they were going out of the way, if possible. "
He plucked a few leaves from Henry's hair, sniffs it and flicks it, after careful consideration, into the fire. "Sometimes you get something and sometimes not." He sighed theatrical. "But you always meet twice. As it says, is not it? "He grabs his bag, pulled out a thick scarf and wraps it around his neck. With the palm of his hand he pushed a few strands of his long black hair under his cap, turns around without another word, and strolls along the riverbank. He plunged into the darkness and becomes one with her. And Henry's mind slips into it with him.
The nurse called it a miracle, and clapped enthusiastically in their fleshy baby doll hands. That they did not kiss him, he owed only the presence of the senior physician. Henry was taken by several students at the advanced bespectacled pupils, as a singing elderberry shrub. There was talk of Severe hypothermia, as this would be the most desirable goal at all. I want for Christmas severe hypothermia. But of course you do, but everyone that does!
His body temperature was 27 ° C, as the ambulance took him. The nurses and the doctor had to spent the night assistant not been in a hurry, with a body temperature in these areas was not much to do. Only when he asked for a glass of water, was hurried.
Henry is swaying slightly at the entrance of the municipal clinics and the nurse tried to change his mind still. She babbles on and on about the risks and that his body temperature is not high enough and his condition has not was stable. In the end she comes to him even maternal and tells him to do it for them, if not for themselves
flash he pushes her his hands on his round shoulders and pulls her to him, that his nose almost its touched. She begins to shiver immediately and tried to squirm from his grasp. His hands are clamps. He grins in the face. "For you?" He asks. "For you, should I stay? This is what you want? "
your breathing is shallow and lowers his eyes. Her whole body is in motion wobbly when he finally let go. "Everything Good," she whispers and pulls the mouth into a crooked smile twists, his arms protectively around the upper body and goes to the main entrance into it without turning around.
The colors are incredible. Never before has he seen intense red. Noticeable heat wafts from the neon sign over the gas station and makes his eyes tear. He is on the opposite side of the road and let the colors in his body to penetrate. He looks at his hands. Winter hands, glowing blue light when he clenches his fists and knows when he is relaxed again.
Henry is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans, about half-length coat. On her feet dark shoes with thick soles tiefgefurchten. He is warm. Uncomfortably warm.
A young man in a green shirt comes to the front door of the gas station and look across at him. A golden badge attached to his left chest. He taps a few seconds from one foot to the other before he resumes his place behind the cash register. Visibly nervous.
Henry walks slowly past the illuminated showcase series, stunned by the variety of colors. Hard to believe how many reds there.
The smells of the city lie heavy on his bronchial tubes. Exhaust, spices and human exhalations. It smells like sex and conflict and fear. And he has his whole body control , Muster in order not to pass. For all the overwhelming emotions, the dripping crowd against him.
In his pants pocket, a bunch of keys. A flat key, a look of smaller, like that of a locker, like those found in sports facilities and a car key. He has no idea where he lives or what his name is. Only a blurred image of itself is rooted in his deepest convolutions. Too shadowy to be tangible.
He can drive without paying attention to his steps, and finally stand before a large building, which differs nothing from the others in the area. A worn wooden staircase leads him to a door that open easily with one of the key can. A large cat jumps
graugetigerter meet him, but when he combed his hair behind his ears, he begins to hiss and retreats under the Heating, from where he observed with twinkling eyes.
Henry walks through the spacious apartment, his hands can be on the bare countertop of the kitchen stress through the living area, with white cabinets and a cozy-looking brown sofa, in the partitioned off only by a screen, bedroom. The bed is unmade and the ceiling is on the ground. He picks it up and buried his face in the smooth satin. Inhalation. A sense of understanding enables the spread through his body and hammering from the inside of his abdomen.
His eyes fall on a small photo, frameless leaning on the bedside lamp. It is larger and larger as the room starts to blur it and Henry cries. An endless cry forced from his lungs rebounded from the walls and ceiling, and shoots like a foreign body through his ear back into its core.
A metal rattle him tears from his trance in which he spent half the day. Perry jumps from the countertop of the kitchen cabinet and pulls down on his observation post on the heater.
With his back against the bed frame leaning the ceiling has pressed on, Henry sat motionless and stared at Jessica's photo. And gradually the memory is returned.
has often tried to jump, and bounce it always sought new places - the TV Tower, a skyscraper, different bridges - but he always had been there in time to save her. It was almost like a game between them was. She wrote a letter and he found it.
"If your love is strong, you'll find me." She said. And he has found, over and over again. They did not call it jumping, they called it flying. So many times he has asked for the why and then she looked deep into his eyes. "I must fly, Henry. Ask you an angel, why he needs to fly? "And then she grabbed him with both hands in her hair and pulled his head against her shoulder.
A sob shook Henry's body and a desperate anger is spreading in his intestines. He hits his fist on the metal frame of the bloody French bed until the pain in his hand superimposed on the inside.
Why did not this time they can keep what had been different this time? He closes his eyes and let the images go by without intervening. A silent observer only, the classification makes no, nothing glossed over or changed.
He had come in time, she was so near and yet he could not . Reach The cold ... The icy sparkle of steel beams ... your view of the sky ... She was not alone on the bridge, there was someone else and she looked at him without fear.
After the blast, the Henry slowed. Specifically, it appears to him from a distance. A focused blast, just there to stop him.
And then the walkers. Henry had taken him for an imagination. But the memory is too real to have sprung from his imagination. He almost can hear the fire crackle and still taste the smoke in his mouth. If the man has really been there, he has probably seen it fall.
The small white flowers on the wallpaper whisk to a bound Mass and eventually seep to the ground exhausted. This gives no sense at all.
He goes into the kitchen, opens a can of cat food and fill Perry's bowl. The cat watching him from the corner of his eye, the neck hair bristling, the muscles to spring tension. Henry stretched out a hand to him, and an anxious to meet him hiss hiss.
The skin of his hands still shines blue. His slender fingers seem to suck the air of the environment in order to concentrate and to withdraw all its heat, as in the heart of a blizzard. He presses his palms together and then he himself feels the chill that emanates from his body.
On the floor are his chest old brown leather gloves, he pulls over and goes outside to find answers, although he has no idea where to look for it.
© Simone wedge 2009 Read
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