“Missed”
Night: The
traffic lights blink, move, pulse. The city moves faster at night. People, cars, life rushes by.
It is morning.
The golden sun shines down on him as he stands outside the school
building. People scatter to
classes. The building looms large
in front of him. He hesitates,
feeling his future will not be his own should he continue inside.
Night.
Downtown. He walks. He walks awhile from where he had to
park. People
everywhere, he doesn’t acknowledge them, interact with them. He has a focus on
his mission. To get the corner
where he saw her. To watch for her,
to hope he will see her again.
Past. Days
ago. Weeks. We see her. She struggles to read a dog-eared book
in the low light of the night. We
see him, watching from afar.
Dream. He sits up
in bed looking at her as she sleeps, naked. He is overwhelmed by a pure joy. With it comes a melancholia knowing that
the joy he feels will never be better than it is right now. He thinks of his mortality that one day,
he will die. He will cease to exist.
The pure joy he feels now will
never be experienced again, forever.
He will be gone. She will be
gone. Then what?
Night again. The city.
The traffic lights blink, move, pulse. Lives move forward toward the eventual
abyss. He finds the same spot where
he saw her. He waits, bracing
himself against a post. “Am I
crazy? Am I obsessed? To be chasing
a joy that only existed in my imagination?” Is it time to quit, to give up?
He sits alone in his car. Perhaps it is time to submit to living
life. To give up hoping, waiting
for the impossible. The Possible awaits.
She rushes towards the camera at the spot where she was
first seem by him. She is looking
for something, trauma in her eyes, with an overwhelming feeling that she’s late
once again. Missed out. The traffic lights blink, move, pulse. The end. “Reelin
and Rockin” by Chuck Berry plays. Credits.
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