It begins in the library.
Josh is not sure how he came to the
library, he can see no door and he is already standing in between rows and rows
of books. The shelves reach high above him towards a ceiling that he cannot
see.
He picks a book at random from those
nearest to; it is ‘The Lost Tale of Another Day’. He looks at the name of the
author; it is his own.
He does not remember having written a book
and opens it: there is a lithograph of a tree standing alone in a field. The
tree is ancient, the bark of the tree looks like sand from a beach where the
wind has howled for centuries before it became solid an age before. In the
branches of the tree something is hidden and although he searches he cannot see
what it is, so he begins to read…
“The
old man sat at the foot of the tree and started to cry. His sadness flowed from
him like a river that he was powerless to stop…”
Josh stopped, and looked around, how long
had he been here? He did not remember having sat down.
Had he become an old
man?
He closed the book and replaced it on the
shelf, which rippled as he did so - as if it was alive and had shivered. This
was not what he was here for, though the book he searched was certainly hidden
and it would take more than his strength to find it. He knew that even if he
did find it he would not be able to leave. He did not have the key.
And then he woke.
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