SHORT STORIES

A Piece Of Art

Do you remember what happened back in '66?
You came to me and said this
" Can you please tell me where do you come from? "
I spent all these years thinking.
Thinking about what should I say.
Yeah and now I got the answer.
The answer to that question.
So please take a seat.
I want you to listen to me very carefully.
Okay, first let me tell you something.
Something really important.
I'm not a human being, okay?
I'm a piece of art.
I used to live in a painting.
And you know what?
I was so happy there.
I had a wife and a bunch of beautiful kids.
Everything was cool and fine.
Until I came out.
When I walked through the exit door.
Everything changed.
It feels like waking from a beautiful dream.
So what now?
No offense, but your world sucks.
And your life is like a nightmare that you can't wake up from.
Forgive me.
I didn't mean to say that.
I was angry.
I just miss my family you know.
I wanna come back to them.
Fella, I need your help.
I need you to do me a favor.
Can you do that?
Wait!
Look, that's my mom.
What is she doing here?
No way, dad!
What are you guys doing here?
Where's Amelia, and the kids?
Who are you, people?
Why are you keep staring at me like that?
Wait a minute, don't shoot me please, I'm begging you.
Let me explain...
Dad, help me...
Noo...
Where am I?
Am I in my room?
Am I home?
Is this real life?
Amelia?
Oh, thank God.
I love you and I miss you.
No, I'm not.
I had a nightmare...
Long story...
I'll tell you later.
Anyway.
Where are my kids?
Oh hey.
Come here.
You too.
I love you all so much.
I can't live without you guys.
I really can't.
What?
What's happening?
Hey!
No, no, no.
Come back.
Hey!!
Can anyone hear me?
God, please help me.
What's going on?
Why is everything dark in here?
Where am I?
Well, well, well.
Good to see you again, partner.
YOU !!!
What do you want from me?
Chill man.
I'll answer that question if you sit down.
So please take a seat.
I want you to listen to me very carefully.
Okay, first let me tell you something.
Something really important.
You still haven't answered the question I asked in '66, Mr. piece of Art.
The " Can you please tell me where do you come from? " question.
So can you now?
No, I can't.
Never could and never will.
Look, I lied, okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry.
I lied when I said that I got the answer.
I don't know it.
I don't know the answer to this question.
I'm telling you the truth.
You've got to believe me.
So please, tell me what's going on?
But why are you crying?
I feel pity for you, my friend.
I feel so bad.
I'm so sorry, please forgive me.
I didn't mean to...
Look, you see that white button over there?
Yeah?
Go, click on it.
Just like that?
Yes, just do it.
It doesn't...
Harder!
Okay but...
Oh, what is...
I'm sorry, my friend.
Goodbye.
Oh my God, what just happened?
Oh, what?
Wait, for real, is this real life?
Mom?
Dad?
Hello, is anyone here?
Amelia, where are you?
Oh, thank God.
I love you so so much and I miss you so very much.
No, I'm not.
I had a nightmare...
It's a very long story...
I'll tell you later.
Mom...
Tell me, where's dad?
Oh there you are, come here bud.
I love you all so much.
Where are the kids?
Oh hey.
Come to daddy.
You too dear.
All of you, come.
I love you all so much.
I can't live without you guys.
I really can't.

-A