Alex read the newspaper today. Well, she read the obituaries. The librarian died. No. The librarian was killed. Set to flames in her own library. Alex didn't really know her, but she drank a cup of tea in her memory. The obituary said Edith E. Evans loved tea. So Alex had a cup of Earl Grey as Sam slept soundly on her couch.
Eventually he woke up and she showed him the paper. He was silent, but soon decided to walk down to the library. Alex joined him. They walked in silence through the streets that were so chaotic just the day before. The air smelt like burnt paper and Alex suddenly craved the smell of the ocean again. They arrived at the library.
There was a large crowd of people surrounding the pile of burnt knowledge. Every inhabitant of this demented town watched as the body of Edith E. Evans was pulled out of the rubble and put into the back of an ambulance. Sam didn't want Alex to watch. He didn't want to himself. The sight, however, was impossible to look away from.
Alex looked at Sam's saddened face and then at the crowd and what was left from the library. And then she made her decision. She would go back to her past life. She would tell Sam tomorrow and he could join her if he desired. But she had to go back. She had to be back on the sea. She had to go home.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
There can be only one Captain to a ship.
She was reading that book when she started hearing things. That damned book that she would rather burn than read, but was so bored she had no choice in the matter. It was either read Titanic or go crazy.
But now it seems that she'd gone crazy anyways. Because she could definitely hear people screaming. Alex threw her book across the room and watched it hit the wall and fall to the ground, a few pages falling out.
She stomped over to the window and yanked on the blinds, pulling them completely off the window. There were people running in the same direction. A LOT of people.
"What the hell?" Alex opened the window and yelled out to someone on the street, "whats going on?"
A guy yelled up to her, "someone's burning books by the library!" Alex was pretty sure his name was John Doestein...and she was pretty sure he was crazy, but she wanted to go check it out anyways.
The streets were chaotic. The entire neighborhood must have been walking towards the library. Alex pushed her way along the street and eventually saw the flames. A pile of books were on fire and there were people dancing around and drinking.
"I always knew everyone in this town was crazy" Alex muttered to herself and turned around to head back to her apartment. She was halfway there when she was pushed to the ground, but not before she saw him. Sam was on the ground just ahead of her, bleeding. Alex got up and quickly ran over and pushed people away from him. He was barely conscious.
"Sam! Sam! Are you okay??" Alex pulled him to his feet. "Come on, we have to get off the streets!"
She carried him all the way to her apartment. When they got there, she laid him on her couch and brought towels over to clean him up. He kept muttering to himself, but never seemed completely aware of what was happening. Sam eventually drifted off to sleep, but Alex never left his side. Even when the screaming died down outside and she started drifting off to sleep. She stayed on the floor beside the couch,kissed Sam on the cheek and fell asleep.
But now it seems that she'd gone crazy anyways. Because she could definitely hear people screaming. Alex threw her book across the room and watched it hit the wall and fall to the ground, a few pages falling out.
She stomped over to the window and yanked on the blinds, pulling them completely off the window. There were people running in the same direction. A LOT of people.
"What the hell?" Alex opened the window and yelled out to someone on the street, "whats going on?"
A guy yelled up to her, "someone's burning books by the library!" Alex was pretty sure his name was John Doestein...and she was pretty sure he was crazy, but she wanted to go check it out anyways.
The streets were chaotic. The entire neighborhood must have been walking towards the library. Alex pushed her way along the street and eventually saw the flames. A pile of books were on fire and there were people dancing around and drinking.
"I always knew everyone in this town was crazy" Alex muttered to herself and turned around to head back to her apartment. She was halfway there when she was pushed to the ground, but not before she saw him. Sam was on the ground just ahead of her, bleeding. Alex got up and quickly ran over and pushed people away from him. He was barely conscious.
"Sam! Sam! Are you okay??" Alex pulled him to his feet. "Come on, we have to get off the streets!"
She carried him all the way to her apartment. When they got there, she laid him on her couch and brought towels over to clean him up. He kept muttering to himself, but never seemed completely aware of what was happening. Sam eventually drifted off to sleep, but Alex never left his side. Even when the screaming died down outside and she started drifting off to sleep. She stayed on the floor beside the couch,kissed Sam on the cheek and fell asleep.
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