More Random Rumbling

Some stories have to wait before they are told is some cases till the story is finished unfolding the characters die or for the dust to settle. At the very least till the characters have changed so much that they will not be able to recognize themselves. Every writer knows this as they have judge the timing of the story for effect. This story is like in some regards. Life can change in a slit second from the water drop building up in a faucet that it takes to it falls to the drain. A life can change in that time. Respect, integrity and perception can be so different with the words of truth and pain it can cause. The effect can be felt for a life time and the life time of our children all in the search of fifteen minutes of happiness or what we thought was happiness.
The police officer says the recorder is off but you know it is not. The police offer can lie, break the law, to get forbidden fruit in this country and it is perfectly legal here. The room was once white now a little yellow with age as the stains of unknown substance line the floor and half way up the fifteen foot ceiling to the camera in the corner. There are hand prints three on four feet below it. The table is screwed to the floor. The two chairs are made of wood and steel and stained in veracious colors weight 15 to 20 lbs each. The camera stares un-relentlessly as the police officers words blare in my head.

Where are you from? Silence

Where did you get that passport? Silence

Are you Canadian? Silence

Do you speak English? Silence

Why did you have this in your bags? A photo is tossed in front of me. Silence


The chair flies across the room and crashes in the corner under the camera. The sound echoes off the sound proof walls ending up screaming in my ears like bullets in a battlefield biting into my already head splitting headache. Random references that I don’t understand still pop into my psyche of city names, and I can only answer with silence. Jean Paul’s words are there don’t answer any thing you will may have to recant later. All I can do is add to the stains on the wall. The words swim as the wheels touch the ground and the thrusters screech in the cabin.