The Sign
“Are you a true believer?” said the man on the street when I just passed by
“What?” I repeated with a slight shake of my head. You know that feeling like you understand the question and know it is silly, but you are exhausted, and your curiosity is taking over you. You reply to this guy with tension to have a small conversation, but back in your mind, you know this will be an hour-long talk.
“A true believer?” repeated the man with the fedora on top of his head, a long nose, and brown eyes. His chin was sharp, and his jaw had a line of the razor.
“In what and why?”
“You must believe to get what you want; otherwise, someone else will take your place.” The guy smiled with his white teeth, and I thought his skin would crack on his jawline; that's how tight it is
“Are you talking about god? The God?” I’ve asked
‘No,’ he laughed, ‘Of course not.’ he shocked his head and straightened his back like in the army, ‘I’m talking about Mr.Frowly and Cloudy Sons’
‘About whom?’ I repeated.
“Oh, you don’t know who Mr. Frowly and Cloudy Sons are?’ I’ll be punished if that isn’t your life's luckiest day,’ the guy started mumbling. (I don’t know Mr.Frowly.) He rolled his eyes, bent, and picked up a small suitcase.’ Here,’ he took a card and handed it to me.
“What is that?’ I took it, and it was a small card with text and no pictures; the background was grayish
Card:
Are you tired of your work? Are you tired of getting scammed by everyone else, including your family?
Do you want to escape but don’t know how? It is easier than you think. No money, no donations, no deposit is required. All you need to do is believe. Are you a true believer?
‘So what is that?’ I asked the guy when they finished reading
‘You need to know it by yourself, for everyone else is different; only Mr.Frowly and Cloudy Sons will let you know,’ he smiled, ‘There is an address, and you can come whenever you want.’
‘Even now?’ I asked
‘Oh, didn’t expect that,’ he laughed again, but more in a giggly way. ‘Of course you can; doors are open 24/7, and people are always looking for the sign.’
‘I see the address, and it is not far away, four blocks from here.’
‘Yes, Clive Street and Smash Avenue, you can miss the big red board with the yellow later, BELIEVE,’ said the Guy.
‘Oh, I think I saw that before; let’s try it.’
‘Wonderful, I’m sure you will like it’
‘Aren't you going to go with me?’ I shrugged my shoulders in a questionable manner
‘Ah, no, sir. I just came here and need to give people these cards. That is my job,’ he leaned to me and added, ‘ and I want to tell you they are paying well. And I’m short on money right now, so I don’t want to lose this job.’
‘I see. Okay, then, I will go alone. Thank you.’ I held out my hand, and he shook it.
‘Have a good one, sir, and remember BELIEVE’
THE BIG RED SIGN
I came to the corner of Clive and Smash, and I saw the SIGN. It was big and a bit rusty, with paint cracked in some place; it was an old custom-made board, probably over 50 years old. The door was also old-style, with black windows where they could see you, but you couldn't. I opened the door. The smell of
frankincense was intense. For some reason, my body just sucked inside.
‘Well, hello there.’
‘Hello, well to you, young man.’
Two people were greeting me, shaking my hand, and talking with each other, and I had no idea what was going on.
‘Coffee?’ said one of them
‘No, tea,’ said other
They stared at me for a while, and then one added.
‘Maybe both?’ they laughed for a good 10 seconds.
‘Sorry, I got this card,’ was the only thing I could say at that moment, so I handed them the card.
‘Oh, Yes! The card, look, he took the card from my hand and passed it to another man.
‘Yes, card. Cards are important! So, you are a true believer?’ he said, taking the card away and walking closer to me.
‘I, … I .. I don’t know. I met this guy on the street, and he told me about... ' At that moment, I realized that he didn’t tell me anything; he just gave me a card, and that’s it.
‘Yes! He told you about Cloudy Sons!’ We are the Cloudy Sons! Welcome to our kingdom!’
Darkness is different. When you sleep, it is one darkness; when you have sex and close your eyes, it is entirely different darkness, but when you just pass out in the middle of the room that you can’t even describe, that is a new level of darkness.
‘Wake up, Mister, time to clucky-wooky,’ the boisterous voice repeated this phrase, and after a couple of times, I opened my eyes. Bright light hit my eyes.
‘Oh, he is awake, look pops. He is alright, fella; I think he is a believer.’
‘ Is he? Is he the one who can save us from all the pain and misery? He is the TRUE BELIEVER?’ a very deep and loud voice with a bit of hoarseness said. ‘Pick him up. I want to see him.’
I think I was floating, but I'm not sure. My tongue was tasteless, and I didn’t feel my legs, arms, and the whole body.’
“Are you a true believer, son?’ my sight became apparent, and I saw the old man with a big nose and wars all over it. He has gray hair, big brown eyes, and a small mouth. His forehead is enormous compared to his head.
‘Believer in what?’ I asked, and the strange thing was that I didn’t hear myself, only the voice in my head.
‘Ah. I see; you don’t know what they believe? Correct?’
‘Yeah,’ I felt exhausted.
‘The life that you are living right now, work, kids, mother, wife, boss, streets, food, your cigarettes, drugs, coffee, shit, and even your phone.’
‘I, I… I don’t..’ my head started to burn, and I felt terrible.
“Shush, now said the guy, ‘You are not the ONE and will not help us; we need prophets, not sheep.
I could not say anything.
‘Not today. Put him on the shelf. Maybe we will need him one day, but not today.’
I saw the countless shelves and flasks on them. The room was straight so far that I couldn’t see the end of it, and it was neither dark nor bright.
‘Here, I think that will do for you,’ said one of the man
‘Yeah, I think you found a great place for him.’
‘Look here, people, we have a newcomer. Show him around, and don’t be mean to him. He may be our future prophet.’
They grabbed me and moved somewhere, and after a glance, I saw in front of me another flask with the head inside; on the right was another flask, and another flask with the head inside, and more and more—countless.
The head in front was moving its lips, but I couldn’t hear anything
‘What?’ What?’ I was saying. At that moment, I realized I was also a head in the flask; I couldn’t see my body.
After some time, I tried to focus on the head in front of me, but the head continued to move the lips. I focused as much as I could, and I got it all that time head told me the phrase,
‘Read my lips, read my lips, read my lips.’
I was so proud of myself. For example, when I got an A+ in math in 9th grade, my mother bought me a new video game, Pitfall. What a relief. Suddenly, I remembered all my life: how I got married, how I started to work, how I got a promotion, then how I got a kid and how my mother got sick, and how life was not that bad at all. And how I should enjoy it more and love people more around me.
I focused on the head in front of me and said
‘I can read the lips, now, thank you,’ the head reapplied.
‘Welcome TO HELL’’
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