(n.) A moment of sudden revelation
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The bridge stood still and so was the river. None of them protested nor made a sound when the matt black iPhone was thrown over the bridge. The river gulped the cell and flowed down innocently like she witnessed nothing.
A tall figure made his way down to the bus stop. When a bus arrived he got in just like a human zombie.
"To where?"
"Huh?"
"Your destination?" The driver asked.
"What's my destination? I never knew..." He made aquiver sound taken aback from the driver's question. The guy looked totally lost and once you're lost everything starts to look like a great depth of philosophy.
"To....to where the bus goes"
The driver gave him a skeptical look, an exact look which deserved by a lunatic himself.
"This goes exactly to where the river starts" he answered him in an alike manner as it was a well known fact among the city dwellers, the ones who were always on the run even without noticing the difference of sunrise and sunset. And again Jarrad was one of them. The eloquence of the driver smelled like country side.
"I never cared about the fact that every river has a beginning... smaller at first.." he said in a trance, thoughtfully from the sudden disclosure and went to the vacant back seat.
For the first time in his life he noticed. He noticed how the streets, people, trees, houses passed by speeding backwards as the bus started to fly ahead. But he couldn't understand the difference. All his life he has been too busy to notice, whether if it was him who kept moving on or the surrounding,rapidly expanding away like galaxies it self.
A guy; a pale face with sharp features kept looking through the window just wondering himself.
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Metanoia
Short Story(n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or the way of life. The sudden breakdown of Jarrad leads him to a rural village town near the woods. But in a little world, you can't help bumping in to people who could turn your whole world up s...
