Six

It finally arrived. The thing Six had expected and dreaded to see, had arrived this morning and was nicely, innocently, perched on top of his pillow by the time he was sane enough to leave the comfort of dreamless embrace.

Since the start of the week, the boy’d felt like he was walking through a strange fog. A space filled with white noises and unstable patches. Clouds covering his sights like a visor, chains shackling his ankles.

In this chapter of Viața lui Six, the boy felt famished. This was just one more rare occurrence in a lifetime of rare occurrences, because the boy didn’t like to be hungry.

It was that strange moment between dusk and night. Where the sun sunken below the horizon but left a piece of itself behind, an afterthought of daylight.

Six sighed too many times for a kid in his age group and squinted too narrowly for someone whose eyes were blessed with the 20/20 golden ratio.

In an ambiguous year and month, during an unimportant scene of a common day, annoying things could be important. But then again, the boy found annoyance in almost everything in his life and the meaning of importance appeared to be lost on him since a long time ago.