"I see three at the horizon"
"No, there is a fourth one right there at the back, look."
"I am not wearing my glasses"
"Of course"
The cool wind touched our faces softly as we looked out at the inky
black sky, dotted with the lights of aircrafts. I took a deep breath in, I could smell the cigarette smoke in the air, I despised it, but the thought of how the crushed tobacco scent was a signature smell associated to my father occurred to me and I let it slide.
"Have you been writing lately?"
"A little. What about you?"
"I had a dream the other night, it was an entire skit of sorts but it faded away by the time I could pen it down."
"What was it about?"
"I have no idea, but it was crazy."
An airplane passed over our building and our heads moved in synchronisation to follow it as it disappeared in the distance, then I looked at him, expectantly, he smiled and told me which one it was and all the features that made it special. I nodded and looked ahead, trying to spot the next one before him.
Hello! No strings? Well you seem to be new. Let me show you around.
It is a busy street, so you better keep up okay?
Over there, in the workshop by that tall building, that's where all the strings are made, you see, just like the ones on my arms and legs.
What exactly are the strings you ask?
Well, they're on every person around here. They teach us submission and obedience. The strings go from here all the way up to the sky.
Oh look, those are my friends, they're great though they don't really say much, the strings don't really let them.
Anyway come on, come on. Do you see those people who are tied up? They tried to cut their strings. You never cut your strings.
Cutting your strings gives you freedom, we're not allowed to have that.
Freedom is good you say? Haha rubbish, who put that silly thought in your head, of course not.
Moving on, that grey building you see over there, yes that's my house, would you like to come in?
No? Okay. Let's have tea in that tea shop there. I love their tea.
So do you have any questions?
Oh, who controls the strings you ask?
The man in the sky of course.
