Compass
in hand, George arose from his throne, put on his hoody, and grabbing
a peanut butter sandwich headed out the door. It was a beautiful
sunny day and he was going for a walk. He waved to the neighbour
next door as his legs found their freedom and took on a peaceful
pace. He was heading east today, he usually headed west in his
outings that being where his shopping places loomed and he knew his
way around, but today he felt a dash of recklessness. As he headed
along the long and less used secondary route into the heart of the
more industrial part of this vast city of millions he became
mesmerized by the store fronts and old warehouses and the alleys
between them and the clutter on the ground and the people all with
some purpose or another engaging in profound activities. George kept
on walking.
He
came to an intriguing intersection with the cross street having many
small and interesting shops. George took out his compass. Yes, he
would head north. As he hiked on, he became enthralled at the goings
on inside these shops with the open doors. He would stand and gaze
for a moment in amazement at the busy people bustling about, each
utterly involved in their own little endeavours. He could just not
fathom it, why all these people could be so involved in so many
things incomprehensible. Yes, everyone needed to buy food and
clothes, but all this busyness, this was overwhelming. Why weren't
at least some of them just sitting back and relaxing and taking in
all the sights and sounds and smells? George realized his legs were
getting tired as he eyed a little bench and sat down. Oh, that felt
good.
A
youngish woman came by and giving George a quizzical look asked him
if he'd mind some company as she seated herself uprightly near him.
George being somewhat surprised that anyone here would take the time
to sit and relax a while was gladdened by this. “Why is everyone
here so busy, no one seems to have time to sit and think?” She
gave him an even more quizzical look and laughed “I suppose
they're all just trying to make a living or look for bargains, you're
not out shopping?” George had not even thought about buying
anything answered “Oh no, I'm just out for a walk today.” The
youngish woman looked at him sincerely “Would you have an extra
dollar, I'm really hungry?” George had not brought any cash, just
his old bank card, but he suddenly remembered his peanut butter
sandwich and pulling it out of his hoody pouch he offered her half.
The woman accepted it and they sat together eating their peanut
butter sandwich but she kept glancing at George with a coy smile
which made him really nervous, but when she finished her half she got
up and gave George a big kiss on the cheek and went merrily on her
way. George was happy and thought she must be a good person after
all.
George
took out his compass because he had become a little disoriented with
all this human contact, and as he found north once more he headed on
up the street. Ever since his accident he'd had a hard time
remembering directions. That's why his worker had brought him the
compass and showed him how to use it, and if he paid attention to it,
it really helped. George walked on into the afternoon. He saw a
huge crowd up ahead and was very drawn as to what it could be about,
and as he drew closer he could hear chanting which went something
like “Take no shit, take no orders, no more banks and no more
borders.” Well, George had developed some pretty strong views on
banks and borders while sitting on his throne and this captivated
him. As he approached the crowd someone stuck a placard in his hands
and he was sucked into the confusion. George managed to stay on his
feet in the turmoil but became completely disoriented and the only
thing which gave him any steadfastness was his sign which he held
high in the air.
The
crowd seemed to stutter a moment as sirens began screaming coming
closer from the distance. Then it was total vengeance. Fists rose
in the air, voices screamed in anarchy. George was beside himself.
He screamed too, “No more banks, no more borders.” Time had
eclipsed, darkness was falling, the crowd was a riot, glass was
breaking, smoke was bellowing.
(To
be continued)
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