“…sir…”
“…sir…”
“…sir…”
“…Hmmm…”
“Sir… wake up…”
“…Hmmm…”
“Wake up, please. I have to close.”
“…Hmmm?”
“I say, I have to close.”
“What’s the time?”
“Too late, by far.”
“Where am I?”
“In a bar, sir.”
“In a bar?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What am I doing here, me, a god, in a bar?”
“God no, pretty hammered yes.”
“Does god drink alcohol?”
“I don’t know about God, but you have had your fair share.”
“I am god.”
“I don’t think so. If you were I would have known.”
“Am I not god?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. Although, if I understood correctly, you would like to be.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And how, may I ask, did you come to that conclusion, my friend?”
“You were talking about it all night long, with your friend.”
“What friend?”
“Elderly chap, long hair, white beard…”
“I… I don’t seem to remember.”
“It stands to reason. You downed two bottles of tequila.”
“That’s why I can hear mariachis in my head?”
“Most likely, yes.”
“And what was I talking about? With my friend, I mean.”
“I don’t quite remember. Something about God not existing and if He does He has obviously messed things up and nothing works in the world the way it’s supposed to or something like that, anyway.”
“A philosophical debate, then.”
“Theological, more likely. In fact, after the first bottle something got into you and you declared that if you were God you would start everything from scratch and make it much better than it is now.”
“Really? Did I say so?”
“Yes. And you supported your opinion quite fervently.”
“You don’t say. And then what? What did I do?”
“You had some more tequila and gloriously passed out.”
“Ah… you mean I made a fool of myself.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve seen much worse. At least, you didn’t vomit.”
“A true gentleman, eh?”
“Flawless.”
“And what about my friend? What did he do?”
“Not much. He paid for your drinks and smiled at you while you were snoring…”
“I was?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s ok. You’re not the first or the last.”
“Thank you…and my friend? Did he leave?”
“Yes… he touched you softly first on the head with his hand and then he left.”
“Are you sure he was a friend of mine?”
“Yes, yes. Definitely.”
“He wasn’t any weirdo?”
“Yes, don’t fret. I’m telling you, he paid for your drinks.”
“Well, I guess he was a friend of mine then. Anyway.”
“Would you like a cup of coffee before you leave?”
“No, thank you, thank you very much. I’d better go home and lay down for a while. My head is about to burst open.”
“As you wish, sir.”
“So, goodbye then.”
“See you around, sir.”
He dragged his feet all the way to the front door. He clumsily took hold of the doorknob and managed to figure out its operation. With his eyes staring down, he walked out of the bar. The door was shut behind him with a soft squeak. He raised his head and saw the bottomless blackness of the ultimate void.
He looked around him in disbelief. Made a slow turn around himself. He stopped and stood still for a moment to think, there in the middle of nowhere, he scratched his head absent-mindedly and grabbed the cigarette that was behind his ear. He placed it between his lips. Patted at his night-dress at first slowly and then with fast but futile moves. With a feeling of disappointment on his face he put the cigarette back behind his ear, and opened his mouth. Nothing. He froze. Again, he reopened and closed his mouth faster that time. Again, nothing. With his arms akimbo and his fists clenched, he tapped his foot on the void with increasing irritation, shaking, at the same time, his head left and right with a built-up fury. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and…
“WHAT IN THE DEVIL’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE??!!!”
The end
About the author :
Chris Heliades is a 33 year old resident of Thessaloniki, Greece. During daylight he's an officer of HAF (Hellenic Air Force) but after sundown...he is not fighting crime, in any form, organized or disorganized (although he once helped an old lady buy cigarettes). The only people privileged with the knowledge of his true identity are his wife, his daughter, his friends, his colleagues, his parents, his neighbors, his butler and a few others on facebook (GAINAISOIS HELIADES).
Devotee of Warhammer 40k, Terry Pratchett and heavy metal music, has a mind full of stuff that, to be honest, might not be interesting for some of you, just the way things are you know, stop forcing me, I'm not telling you anything...
"JENESIS" is just the beginning...
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