One Apple A Day #96
Once upon a time, there were people in this town. There were candy shops and kids looking inside from the windows. There were cafés with couples sharing a coffee, chatting and smiling about their little secrets. Cars were passing on the roads carrying families around. There was the barber shop with the man in the grey suit entering for his weekly haircut. The flower shop where the old lady with the violet hair used to buy white roses for his dead husband. And there was the school, with all the mums leaving their kids at the gate. And the kids run inside smiling, cheering their friends and carrying backpacks too heavy on their young shoulders.
Once upon the time, this town was lively, and I loved to sit on the bench at the beginning of the park to observe all these lives.
I used to sit there for hours, letting my senses take all in; the voices, the noises, the smell of food, the summer air on the skin.
Once upon the time, this place was beautiful even if I know that it is not real. This is my doom. To go back in time, in a place that exists only in the folds of history. And once I’m in there I have to open my senses to find him and kill him. Then, I can move to another place, another time only to find him again and kill him again. It’s my duty and my burden. I must kill him in the past until our future is safe.