Taste of Treason
02-06-15, 09:17 PM
I don't believe in fate.
I know, I know, cliche isn't it? Kid with dysfunctional past believes that the cruelty of the world has to be the creation of man rather than an unseen all-knowing force.
And yet the word has followed me for weeks now. Mostly, it has shown itself in the deep green eyes of a stranger. Leona seemed to appear at all the wrong moments. Her slight features would appear in a shop window just as I tucked a loaf of bread into my pocket. Her voice would reach my ears just as I snuck into someone else's bed for a quick nap.
Every meeting went the same way. Leona would appear, seeming out of nowhere and would offer me the same deal. Food. I could eat as much as I wanted so long as I let her ask me questions.
At first the idea was terrifying. What if she asked about my past? The years in hospital? My parents? Still, I was in no position to turn down a meal.
To my surprise the questions seemed almost random. What created the evils in the world? Was there such a thing as a true 'greater good'?
I answered eagerly between bites. I wouldn't say we developed a friendship. I know nothing of the woman but her name. I did, however, develop an extreme curiosity.
And so, after several days with no contact. I set out to satiate that curiosity.
I know, I know, cliche isn't it? Kid with dysfunctional past believes that the cruelty of the world has to be the creation of man rather than an unseen all-knowing force.
And yet the word has followed me for weeks now. Mostly, it has shown itself in the deep green eyes of a stranger. Leona seemed to appear at all the wrong moments. Her slight features would appear in a shop window just as I tucked a loaf of bread into my pocket. Her voice would reach my ears just as I snuck into someone else's bed for a quick nap.
Every meeting went the same way. Leona would appear, seeming out of nowhere and would offer me the same deal. Food. I could eat as much as I wanted so long as I let her ask me questions.
At first the idea was terrifying. What if she asked about my past? The years in hospital? My parents? Still, I was in no position to turn down a meal.
To my surprise the questions seemed almost random. What created the evils in the world? Was there such a thing as a true 'greater good'?
I answered eagerly between bites. I wouldn't say we developed a friendship. I know nothing of the woman but her name. I did, however, develop an extreme curiosity.
And so, after several days with no contact. I set out to satiate that curiosity.