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LERKUS: A JOURNEY TO END ALL SUFFERING
Copyright © 2015 L. A. GOLDING 2
For all travel companions
on the journey of life
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Copyright © 2015 L. A. GOLDING 3
DEDICATION
Destination unknown, I arrived with forgotten baggage.
And I hope to depart with no baggage. But how? For years,
in the dark, I stumbled around in circles until someone
gave me a flashlight. In my travels, I ended up writing the
book I always wanted to read, even though I prefer
nonfiction. Initially I had the idea to write a short
children’s story involving an odd character named Lerkus,
who lived inside a young boy. However, when I began
writing, a very different tale of Lerkus was transcribed―a
tale that taught me to surrender when it defied literary
boundaries, kept me intrigued until its final sentence was
written (and comprehended), and shared its joy and
creativity as I pondered its obscurities.
With all my heart and soul, I humbly dedicate this book to
my beloved Travel Guides, Guruji Paramahamsa
Prajnanananda and Gurudev Paramahamsa Hariharananda.
Your endless service to humanity has made this book
possible. The tale of Lerkus is essentially your teachings
twisted in a novel manner―please forgive my limitations
in understanding and conveying your wisdom and
knowledge.
Leisa Golding
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CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
One THE GREAT TRAIN MERGER
Two MEETING MR. WHY
Three TOYING WITH HUMANIMALS
Four EXTINCT LIBRARIANS
Five VERONIKA’S FRIENDS
Six A WOMAN WITH THREE HEARTS
Seven FELIX THE SNAKE
Eight THE MISSION
Nine THE BLUE POND
Ten THE GREEN ROOM
Eleven THERE IS NO US
Twelve A FAVOR
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Life always presents us with what we need. In 2014, when
I discovered I had a few health issues, my employer agreed
for me to take leave on Fridays to focus on healing. Thank
you, Annemarie. I commenced writing as a creative way to
occupy my days off. In twelve Fridays, the twelve chapters
of this book were written. However, the book took almost
a year to elaborate, revise, and refine. I thank my husband,
James, for dedicating his Friday afternoons and many more
hours to review, discuss, and critique the chapters (and for
man-speak and other tips).
Many kind and encouraging friends also donated their time
and talents to help me create this book. I am deeply
grateful to the early readers for their support and insightful
feedback: Brett, Mom, Dad, Rebecca, Michael, Mary,
Anne S., Chester, Fern, Anne D., Marty, and Renee. Thank
you all. I also appreciate the exceptional talents of Ruth
Mullen for copyediting, Nick Lowndes for the cover
illustration, and Kat Mellon for the cover design. I am also
grateful for the ill health, because without it, I may never
have found the opportunity and the faith required to write.
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One
THE GREAT TRAIN MERGER
Stopped at Grand Road Station, I gazed out the misty
window. Thick dark skies hung overhead, to the left, right,
and straight ahead. A hint of sunlight from millions of
miles away peered back at me. I checked my watch:
7:38 a.m. I thought it was later, so much had already
happened. My fingers rubbed the stubble on my cheeks as
I yawned, tapping my foot as I waited.
The whistle blew and the train moved. I felt its pull
even though I was still.
As I lazed back against the chair, the tightness in my
shoulder blades softened. In a few hours, I would be there.
Excitement fluttered in my gut―there was no turning back
now.
Not far down the corridor, a conductor in a red jacket
was making his way through the crowd of passengers,
checking tickets. He had a dark complexion, with two
bushy eyebrows poking out from under the brim of his
traditional red cap; he nodded curtly as he moved from
passenger to passenger. When he got closer, I noticed that
embroidered on his cap was the word “Conducor.” How
odd, I laughed. Hasn’t someone told him that he’s missing
a “t”?
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Locating my ticket, I held it tight and waited for him to
approach. He moved slowly past the passengers who
crammed the corridor. My eyes darted around, trying not
to lose sight of him. Opposite me sat a distinguished man
with a neatly manicured beard, possibly in his midfifties.
His hands were frantically checking the pockets of his
black suit jacket, his shirt pocket, then his trouser pockets.
His face was creased with worry as he stood up to check
his seat and the floor beneath him.
Only three passengers away, the conductor was getting
nearer, and the man was frisking his suit pockets faster
than before. Although my fingers grasped my ticket in my
hand, I could not resist checking that it was still there. The
dread. The humiliation, if I had lost it too. My baggage had
already gotten lost in transit before I boarded the train, and
I really could not cope if something else went wrong.
Again I spied. Only two away now, the conductor
moved in. My stomach churned as the man stood up,
desperately searching the cards in his wallet. My sweaty
fingers fumbled as I showed my ticket to the conductor; I
did not dare to question why his “t” was missing. He
nodded, then turned to the man. In a proper accent, the
man said, “I’m so sorry. I seem to have misplaced my
ticket. I know it’s here somewhere.”
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“Don’t worry, Charles,” the conductor said. “You can
sit down and relax. I know a respectable gent like you
would have a ticket. This time I’ll give you a pardon.”
Charles exclaimed, “Thank you, but pardon or no
pardon, I must find that ticket!” The conductor, who had
already moved on to the next passenger, replied, “It’s not
necessary.”
“Oh yes, it is,” cried Charles, “because without that
ticket I have no idea where I’m going or what station I get
off at.” I kept my head down but out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Charles sit down.
I returned my ticket to the front pocket of my jeans and
leaned my head against the window. My eyelids were
heavy, and the train’s steady vibration lulled me as I
drifted off, lost in worries about whether taking this trip
was the right thing to do. But I had to leave home―I could
not stay there any longer. I just never expected to fall in
love; she was so tender and kind. Everything between us
was so good. Perfect. Then she vanished without even
saying goodbye. My whole world was shattered. I was lost
and empty without her. How could it end like that? Where
did she go? I needed to know.
Charles coughed, interrupting my thoughts. He was still
searching his pockets. I closed my eyes again and
wondered why Charles would board a train not knowing
where he was going. Maybe he’s famous and someone else
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bought the ticket for him, I speculated. Life would be
easier if I were rich and famous. Others would treat me
differently. That’s probably why the conductor gave him a
pardon―Charles is famous. He doesn’t look familiar, but
he could be well known for something. Where is he going,
though? And why is he taking this train? I drifted in and
out, dozing in between my thoughts, thinking about
Charles.
A sudden thud jolted me awake. My eyes sprang open.
Where were we? The car was empty. Charles was nowhere
in sight, nor was the conductor. Nor the dozens of peak-
hour commuters. What time was it? I checked my watch. It
was gone. My hands―their skin was wrinkled and veined.
I looked down. My jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers were
also missing, replaced by a black suit and shiny shoes.
Under the jacket was a crisp white shirt and black tie.
What! How was this possible? My fingers ran over a wiry
beard, and my gut knotted and sank into a ball of lead.
With dread, I peered into the window. Charles’s manicured
beard and hazel eyes peered back at me. My mind raced
faster. Where was Charles? No. Where was I? What was
happening? How long was I asleep? Was I dreaming?
Too many questions. No answers. Stay calm. Don’t
panic. Wait! Did I just tell myself to be calm—or did I tell
Charles to be calm? Or did Charles tell Charles?
Stop it! Just stop it!
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I glanced down at Charles’s hands again. They were
shaking. I clenched his knobbly knuckles into a fist.
Frozen by fear, I sat confined to my seat, not knowing
what to do. I closed my eyes, hoping it was all a bad
dream. I had ridden the trains before and nothing like this
had ever happened. How could this happen now? I stared
at Charles’s hands again. If I’m trapped in his body, I
thought, then where is my body? My eyes flashed up and
down the corridor but the car was empty. Is Charles in my
body? And if so, where has he taken it? Or worse still,
does it mean I’m dead? No, I can’t be; I’m still here. So
how do I get back into my body? I need it back. I don’t
have time for this. At a hundred miles a second, my
thoughts raced faster than the train. So many questions and
worries were crammed inside my mind that I thought my
brain was going to burst.
I felt a sharp piercing pain behind my temples. I opened
my eyes and gazed into the window again. Charles was
still there. Looking past his reflection, I noticed that
everything outside the train was blurred. The train was
moving so fast that it was impossible to work out where
we were. I searched the pockets of Charles’s suit. They
were empty. No ticket. Did he ever work out where he was
going? Maybe he never found his ticket. And now my
ticket was gone too—but unlike Charles, I knew where I
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was heading. Suspicion crossed my mind. No. Surely he
wouldn’t have taken my ticket. That’s absurd.
Pressure built up across my forehead. I closed my eyes
again, this time wanting it all to go away. I wanted my
body back; I was too young to be stuck inside his old body.
Wiping the sweat from Charles’s hands on his pants, I
desperately tried to comprehend what had happened. And
why had it happened to me? What had I done to deserve
this? Why Charles? Who was he? Why was I now in his
body? Where had he gone? And where was he going? If
I’m Charles, I realized, then I need to figure out where he
was heading.
Wraaank! Wraaank! Wraaank! The train’s horn
reverberated in my ears, halting my thoughts. My eyes shot
open. The headlights of another train were speeding head-
on toward the car where I sat. The car shook as the train
crossed the Grand Union intersection. I sprang to my feet,
frantically planning an escape.
Badaboom! In a split second, the two trains collided.
I was flung across the car backward; the impact sent
shock waves into the windows and directly into my head. I
sensed death. I could smell it up close and the aroma was
sickening, but everything was starting to make sense. I
figured that Charles was about to die. He had no ticket
because he had no destination. This was his final stop. He
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knew it, so he got out while he could. I fell to the floor in a
lump, expecting to die.
I lay motionless.
Maybe time passed; maybe not. Nothing felt real
anymore.
During bouts of consciousness, I heard whispers and
chatter. I didn’t know what was happening, though, or
where I was. I drifted in and out of consciousness, too
weak to care, too tired to want to know.
Slowly, I came to. My nose twitched. Perfume? Sickly
sweet. Honeyed fruit. I gasped for fresh air. The stench
became stronger and I felt nauseated as I breathed it in. My
nostrils flared, opening and closing as the stench of
perfume resuscitated me. A woman’s voice echoed in my
ears. “Charles! Can you hear me?” My arms were being
shaken and something was rubbing my chest. I heard her
voice again. “He’s breathing. I can see his nostrils moving.
Can you hear me, Charles?” A light touch gently stroked
my face, then my hair. The woman repeated, “Charles, can
you hear me?”
Who is Charles, I wondered. But I had no strength to
open my mouth to tell her I was not Charles. Then I
remembered—Charles was the old guy with no ticket. It all
flooded back to me. Was I still trapped in his body? Did I
survive the train crash? Or did he survive? Oh, what a
mess. I must be lying somewhere in the carnage of bodies
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and rubble. I was not game enough to open my eyes and
see what damage had been done to me or others. I expected
the worst: a broken spine, never able to walk again. I
wanted to vanish and make it all disappear, but the woman
insisted, “Charles! Answer me!” Reluctantly I opened my
eyes. Her glossy pink lips, emerald eyes, and sculptured
red hair glared at me, brighter than neon lights. “He’s
conscious!” she screamed. Her cry was followed by a huge
cheer from a group of people. “Charles, are you hurt
anywhere?” she asked with tenderness. My wide eyes
stared at her mouth, watching the shiny pink oval bend and
twist as she formed each word. My lips were unable to
move, and I had no idea whether I was hurt or not. Then
she reassured, “It’s okay. You just lost balance when the
train sped up.” She smiled, again waiting for me to
respond.
“Am I dead?” I asked in Charles’s proper accent.
“Of course not!” she said.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Pixie Pinkus, remember me?” I stared at her.
Panicked, she exclaimed, “Charles, do you remember me?
Tell me you remember me!” I nodded affirmatively, even
though I had never seen or heard of her before. Pixie held
out her hand; her fingers were tipped with various shades
of pink, from fuchsia to carnation to salmon. With
Charles’s hand, I grabbed hers, taking care to dodge the
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five thornlike nails, and sat upright, resting one hand on
the car floor to prop myself up. I was shaking slightly,
partly from the vibration of the wheels turning fast on the
tracks and partly from the shock of being flung around two
colliding trains. Pixie stood beside me, resting one hand on
my head, softly styling Charles’s hair back into shape.
Although Charles’s body was stiff, I could not feel any
pain or broken bones. The blood slowly flowed back into
my brain, and my vision grew clear. I scanned my
surroundings. I was still inside a car, and the train was
moving fast as if nothing had happened. Dozens of pairs of
eyes were staring at me; none of the other passengers were
injured. I blurted out, “How did I survive? I can’t believe
I’m alive.”
Pixie Pinkus spun her head down close to my face. We
eyeballed each other as she exclaimed, “Of course you’re
still alive, Charles! The dreadfully swarvellous ones
couldn’t possibly live without you!” She then smiled, and
so did all the on-lookers, except for the guy standing
beside Pixie. He was erratically snorting and I could not
tell if he was laughing or ridiculing. He had brown beady
eyes, a mousy-brown buzz cut, and a handlebar moustache,
and he was quite rotund; he reminded me of a little pika
rabbit. Pixie towered over him. She was at least two feet
taller than he was, even without her red velvet high heels.
They were an odd pair. She was extremely glamorous in a
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strapless pink dress with her hair styled up, while he had a
style of his own in a skintight shirt and high-waisted, light-
blue flared pants. Who were these people? And how do
they know Charles? They didn’t seem his type—but then
again, I had no idea who Charles really was.
Not wanting others to hear, I whispered to Pixie, “I
don’t understand what happened.” But before she had a
chance to explain, Pika Rabbit loudly announced to
everyone, “Can you believe it, he says he doesn’t
understand what happened!” Pika snorted, and everyone
laughed. He then said to me, “Isn’t it obvious? Even a fool
could tell that you lost balance when we merged trains.”
“We merged trains?” I queried. But neither Pika Rabbit
nor Pixie Pinkus answered my question. They just nodded
in agreement. It appeared that everyone, except me or
Charles or whoever I was, was a seasoned merger. My
head started to spin again so I remained seated on the floor,
trying to make sense of it all. I had heard of corporate
mergers and acquisitions but a train merger was ridiculous.
Was this a horizontal merger in the public interest? Or was
it more like a corporate takeover? And if so, who acquired
whom? How could I survive a seemingly trivial train
merger? It was well beyond my comprehension. Then,
through the huddled crowd of onlookers, I spotted a flash
of red. The conductor.
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Still dizzy and lightheaded, I rose to my feet. Arhhh! I
groaned as Charles’s knees cracked and his hips locked. I
removed his suit jacket and let it drop on the floor as I
shook his arms and torso, hoping to warm up his rusty,
tight joints. Then I untucked his shirt and rolled up his
sleeves, and undid his tie and threw it over a seat. I ran his
fingers through his hair to mess it up. That’s better, I
thought, I feel more like me now. I clutched the edge of the
seats to steady his creaky knees as I made my way through
the horde of passengers. I heard Pixie Pinkus call after me,
“Charles, where are you going?” I did not answer. I was
not Charles, and I had no idea where I was going. Besides,
I had no time to talk as I needed some answers from the
conductor. And I needed them quick.
As I made my way down the corridor, the car was
becoming increasingly crowded, and the undercurrent of
eclectic faces, bodies, and creatures directed my
movement, forcing me to take one step forward and two
steps sideways. All civility was lost; their snorts, burps,
and grunts sounded like an orchestra of untuned
instruments. In an attempt to push my way through the
corridor, I commanded, “Step out of my way!” Hearing
Charles’s proper accent was enough to capture the
attention of the conductor; it startled me, too. The
conductor stopped in his tracks and glanced over his
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shoulder. “By George! It’s Charles! What are you still
doing here?” he asked.
“That’s great! You remember me!” I exclaimed as I
pushed past the passengers toward him. “What station does
this train stop at next?”
“There are no more stops,” he said.
“Is it an express train?” I asked.
“No.”
“There must be some stops.”
“No, there are no stops.”
“How do I get off, then?” I asked.
“It’s too late to get off,” he said.
“Why?”
“You’ve purchased a ticket and boarded the train, and
it’s already left the station. So it’s too late to change your
mind. You’re in for the journey. End of story.”
“I don’t get it. If I chose to get on the train, surely I can
choose what station to get off at.”
“Yes, if only life were that simple,” the conductor
mumbled to himself as he resumed checking tickets.
“No! That’s not good enough!” I blurted out. The
conductor stopped what he was doing and stared at me,
raising one of his bushy eyebrows. I insisted, “I need to go
to the Cave of Lerkus.”
“Really?” the conductor asked.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
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He paused, and then said, “Lerkus is not a journey for
the fainthearted. Very few have the courage to go inside
the Cave. And anyway, it’s almost impossible to do so
without a guide.”
“But it is possible to go there?” I asked.
“It’s not impossible.”
“Good. So which station should I get off at?”
The conductor laughed. “If you think you’re in control
of when and how you get off this train, then you are
deluded. Visiting the Cave of Lerkus is as difficult as
catching a grain of rice with chopsticks.” Then he
hurriedly returned to checking tickets. Thoughts were
racing inside my mind. Who does he think he is? If I got
on this train, then I can get off it. And I’ll get off when and
where I want to. Nothing is going to stop me; I need to get
to the Cave of Lerkus. If this train isn’t going there, then
I’ll catch the next one. He said there’s no way to get off,
but I’ll show him.
I scanned the car for the emergency stop button. Eager
to prove him wrong, I rushed over to the box and opened
the glass door. As I pushed the big red button with my
fingers, I braced for the train’s brakes to engage and bring
the train to an abrupt stop. Nothing happened. I pushed my
sleeves up higher and pressed the button again; nothing
happened. Uggh! I howled, slamming my fist on the wall
beside the emergency box. Out of the corner of my eye, I
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noticed that some passengers were glaring at me; others
purposely moved toward the other end of the car. Now
what? I was determined to prove to the conductor that I
could get off the train, and I would do so any way I could.
I staggered over to the car doors and yanked down hard
on the emergency door release. Nothing happened. The
brakes did not activate and the doors remained tightly
sealed. I kicked the doors with one foot, and then with the
other foot, trying to force them to slide open. Nothing
happened, except I accidentally smashed my left knee
against the metal doorframe. A sharp pain stabbed up from
my knee, causing my right hip to spasm violently. I yelled
and hurled my raised arms against the doors. I lowered my
head on the glass. As my forehead vibrated, tiny beads of
sweat trickled down my face. One by one, they fell on
Charles’s scuffed shoes beneath me.
Now what? Reality hit. Maybe the conductor was right.
My hands trembled as I wiped my face, smudging the
sweat into my beard. Maybe I had lost control. What if
there is no way to escape this train or Charles’s body? No!
Focus. Think. But maybe the conductor is telling the truth:
there is no way out. And if I can’t escape, then I’m trapped
here, regardless of whether I like it or not. What other
option is there? I hesitantly turned around, expecting
passengers to be staring at me. But no one seemed to
notice me. I needed to remain focused, focused on where I
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was going. If the conductor said it was possible to go to the
Cave, then he must know how to get there. There must be
something else that he’s not telling me. With an aching
right hip and a throbbing knee, I hobbled back down the
corridor toward the conductor.
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Two
MEETING MR. WHY
Pushing my way through the passengers crammed in the
corridor, I carefully scrutinized the conductor’s every
move. I was anxious to seize the right moment to break his
concentration. Patience came in short, sharp bursts. Being
sandwiched between sweaty slabs of human flesh made it
difficult to be calm. Restlessness was rising within me;
sweat was pooling under my armpits as I tried not to get
too close to anyone. These passengers were not the usual
type of riders on the early morning train. They made a
peculiar clicking noise as they twitched and jerked past
each other. Their faces were expressionless, but overstated.
Some had huge mouths. Others had gigantic noses, or two
massive ears. And some had large eyebrows arching over
two enormous eyes. I saw one passenger with two
contorted eyes that were looking directly at each other. I
silently asked myself, what sort of nightmare train is this?
I squeezed my arms together, securing them tightly in
front of me to ensure they did not get in anyone’s way.
Invisible bugs crawled up my chest and onto my neck and
face. A burning sting inched down my spine and legs. The
soles of my feet were itchy; I was eager to move them but
there was nowhere to go. Everywhere I glanced, the
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peculiar clicking passengers with their distorted faces were
there. With my senses heightened to the extreme, I kept my
eyes on the conductor, dissecting his every movement. He
no longer seemed to be checking tickets; instead, he was
pushing through the crowd, making an exit for the next car.
In frustration, I yelled, “Get out of my way!” One of the
passengers with an oversized mouth yelled back, “Swollen
senses go nowhere!”
Immediately the clicking passengers ground to a halt,
their expressions blank. To my relief I quickly paved a
twisted path through them and chased after the conductor,
running out of the car and through the enclosed vestibule
into the next car. The silence was deafening. This car was
deserted except for the conductor, who was heading
straight for the exit doors. I hobbled faster so I could catch
up to him. Then I noticed that the car was not completely
empty; a woman sat in the far corner near the exit. Her
salt-and-pepper hair screened her face as she stared
downward. She did not even flinch as the conductor and I
rushed past her.
As I burst through the open doors at the end of the car,
in an attempt to get the conductor’s attention before he
entered the next car, I asked him, “Where’s her ticket?” He
stopped and shot me a look of contempt, then asked, “Why
are you still following me?”
“I need some answers,” I said.
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“First you must know the right questions.”
“What am I doing here?” I asked.
“It’s rather obvious to me,” he said. Obvious? But
before I could say anything, he grumbled, “Stop following
me! I have lots to do and no time for your games.”
“This isn’t a game,” I pleaded. “I honestly don’t know
why I’m here.”
“It’s simple,” he said, “you’re the passenger and I’m
the conductor. So sit back and enjoy the journey. It’ll make
it easier for me to fulfill my duty to check tickets.”
“You said it was possible to go to the Cave of Lerkus.
How do I get there?” I asked.
“I didn’t say it was possible, I said it was not
impossible. And it’s almost impossible without a guide.”
“Can you guide me?”
“No, I’m the conductor, not a tour guide.”
“If you’re the conductor, then why does your cap say
‘Conducor’?” I asked.
He fondly touched his red cap, and smiled. “This
constantly reminds me that nothing is as it seems.” He then
hurried out of the vestibule and into the next car. I wanted
to follow him and ask why he had failed to fulfill his duty
by not checking the ticket of the woman in the previous
car, but that seemed trivial compared to all the other
unanswered questions I was mulling over in my mind. So
now what? Stuck in limbo between two cars, I had a
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choice: follow him or turn back. I needed a place to
recollect my thoughts, and at least the previous car had
plenty of spare seats. So I backtracked.
A loud humming noise rang in my ears as I entered
through the sliding doors. I thought twice about staying but
then I noticed a man—not a woman—with long salt-and-
pepper hair was standing by the window. He was staring
out, watching the kaleidoscope of blurred colors that
zoomed past. My rowdy entrance broke his stillness. He
slowly pivoted in my direction, placing a classic cream
cowboy hat on his head as he turned. His fingers were
covered in chunky gold rings. He meticulously folded a
small piece of paper in half, and then in half again, and
inserted it into the top pocket of his vest under his all-
white vintage suit. Almost seven feet tall, he towered
before me like a pyramid of precious rhinestones. How
could I have mistaken him for a woman? A heat burned
my cheeks as it blazed, and I quickly looked down,
showing an unnecessary interest in Charles’s scuffed
shoes.
The man twanged, “Greetings, my friend!” I glanced
up, and he tipped his hat down to salute me; but it was not
until I tilted my chin all the way up that we made eye
contact. His eyes were familiar―warm and gentle, kind
and generous―but I had never met him before. Nor had I
seen such mesmerizing eyes on anyone, ever. Despite his
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graying hair, his face was fresh and smooth, with only a
few laugh lines. In fact, it was difficult to tell how old he
was.
“Hi!” I said. “I’m…” I hesitated, not knowing who I
was.
He sealed the gap from my silence with a question.
“Have you been waiting long?”
“For what?” I asked.
“Never mind,” he chuckled. “I’ve been waiting for
you.”
“Me? Really?” I asked.
“Sure have,” he nodded, moving closer toward me. I
tilted my chin even higher to maintain eye contact.
“I’m not really the person you think I am,” I said. “So
far it’s been a bit of a strange journey.”
“You know what they say―a river twists and turns
before it flows into the sea. Its convoluted nature makes it
strong and powerful.”
“True,” I nodded, pretending that I understood. I
wanted to tell him how convoluted my journey had been,
but it all seemed too ludicrous. How could I tell him that I
was trapped inside someone else’s body, I had survived a
train merger, I had tried to get off the train but even the
emergency stop did not work, and the conductor had said it
was almost impossible to visit the Cave of Lerkus.
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As if he were reading my mind, he asked, “So tell me,
what drives you to Lerkus?”
“How did you know?” I asked.
He laughed. “Your eyes―the eyes always reveal the
unseeable.”
“I thought that going to the Cave of Lerkus would be
easy, but everything seems so complicated. Now I just
want to get off this train but…” The humming noise rang
loudly in my ears. I shook my earlobes and blocked each
ear with my index fingers, but that only intensified the
drone into a high-pitched whistle. “What is that noise?” I
yelled, looking around the car and outside the windows.
“What noise?” he asked.
“The loud humming sound. Where’s it coming from?” I
said as I covered my ears again. He chuckled and pulled
my hands down. “You can’t block it out.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“It’s coming from inside, not outside.” Again, I
checked inside the car but did not see anything unusual. He
laughed and gave me a gentle slap between the shoulder
blades. “Not inside the car, inside here.” His fingers
knocked on the top of my head.
“Oh,” I said, unsure whether to believe him or not. He
then swung his arm across my shoulders and whispered in
my ear, “How thirsty are you?” An icy-cold brainwhacker
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ale came to mind, but I was not sure if that was the type of
thirst he had meant. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, you say you want to visit the Cave, but how
keen are you?”
“I’m keen,” I nodded.
“Really?” he asked. I nodded again. Then he removed a
pocket watch from his small vest pocket and asked me,
“How long can you hold your breath?”
“Maybe half a minute. Why?”
“Give it a go and I’ll time you.”
“Really?”
“Are you keen or not?”
“Sure,” I shrugged. I paused, and then asked him, “Are
you ready?” He nodded. I took a deep breath in and
expanded my lungs and chest until my rib cage was tight
and solid. Even though he was timing with his pocket
watch, I also counted. One…two…three…four…five…. I
pushed myself to keep going. Six…seven…
eight…nine…ten…keep
going…eleven…twelve…thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…
sixteen…seventeen…. My counting slowed down as
pressure built up in my head. Eighteen…nineteen…twenty.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to continue.
Suddenly I sensed a pressure against the back of my
head and on my face. I opened my eyes. One of his dinner-
plate-sized hands was smothering my nose and mouth,
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blocking the airflow; the other was squeezed against the
nape of my skull. I lost count. He pressed his hands
together tight, and I struggled for air, moving my head
from side to side trying to release it from his grip. He held
my mouth and nose tighter. I grabbed onto his hands,
trying to release them, but they firmly smothered my lower
face. A few more seconds passed and I knew I would be
brain dead, or dead, if I did not breathe soon. I threw my
entire body weight at him, kicking his solid legs with
Charles’s leather heels, hoping to release his hands, even
for a second, so I could take a tiny sip of air. Despite my
kicking and wrenching, he stood as strong as a stone lion.
His hands did not falter; he did not even try to fight me.
My knees cracked and weakened under the strain, and I
almost lost consciousness, but I persisted in using every
ounce of strength I had to loosen his grip. I refused to give
up; I fought hard but I was clearly no match for his power
and stature.
Then he let go and declared, “One minute!” My jaw
dropped open, and I gasped for air, drawing in mouthful
after mouthful, as I fell to my knees in exhaustion. My face
lay on the floor; his cream suede boots were parked next to
me. My breath was fast and shallow. The humming noise
reverberated loudly between my ears but it soothed me as I
watched my breathing gradually slow down.
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After a while, I sat up, inching away from his boots. My
knees popped as I removed my legs from under me. They
were sore. Every muscle in my body ached. But I resisted
lying my head down on the floor again as I did not trust
what this cowboy would do next. I glared up at him, but a
pinched nerve in my shoulder forced me to bend my neck
forward again. He laughed. “My friend, that’s just topping!
You doubled your own expectations!” I shook my head;
peeved, I refused to look at him. Part of me wanted to kick
and punch him for trying to suffocate me but the other part
of me was so exhausted I could not move.
The exhaustion won. All I could muster was a few
words. “What the heck! Are you crazy?”
“I’m giving you a taste of what real thirst is,” he said.
“I was gasping for air! You could have killed me!”
“Nah! It’s just a bit of fun. Liven up. You’ll need to
endure far more than that, my friend, on this journey. One
day you’ll thank me.”
“For what?”
“Next time someone asks you how keen you are to visit
the Cave of Lerkus, you’ll know what keen really means!
If you gasp for the Cave in the same way you gasped for
air, then you will surely reach it.” He smiled and added,
“Come on, giddy-up, freshman. You won’t get any work
done sitting around like that.”
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“What work?” I asked as I pulled myself up and
dropped down on a padded seat.
“How keen are you to venture into the Cave?”
I paused, then said, “Keener than breath itself.”
“Now we’re talking! Round them in and ride them
home! But you need to let go of them reins and stop trying
to take control.”
“I’ve got no control,” I said. “I’ve lost total control. I’m
trapped in someone else’s body and I’ve got no idea how
to get out.”
“That’s good, because you can’t lose control if you
think you’re in control,” he said.
“Who’s in control then?”
“A force much greater than you or me. We’re just the
passengers being taken for a ride. But that does not mean
we simply accept what happens.”
“Why not?”
“Because asking ‘why’ is your ticket to freedom, my
friend. ‘Why’ is the cause, the reason, and the effect. It’s
the answer to everything, and it’ll help you find the Cave.”
“So why is this happening to me? Why am I held
hostage in someone else’s body? Why am I stuck on this
train and can’t get off? Why am I―”
“Woah there! Easy on, my friend. You’re whip-
whacking my head three times around the dangler, firing
all these questions front, back, and center. I never said I
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had the answers. You’ve got to ask yourself ‘why’ and
figure it out all by your lonesome.”
“You never said you didn’t have the answers.”
“Ten for trying, my friend! Now tell me,” he said as he
delved into the top pocket of his vest, “what came first: the
seed or the tree?” Between his forefinger and thumb, he
held up an acorn seed.
“The seed,” I guessed.
“Why?”
“The tree?” I guessed again.
“Why?”
“Stop asking me! I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You just don’t remember. Be like a two-
year-old: question everything. And repeatedly ask ‘why’
until it annoys you and everyone else. Then you’ll discover
why ‘why’ is so important.” I nodded obediently. He
checked his pocket watch and then said, “We must part.”
“Why?” I asked.
He laughed. “That’s good, my friend. Keep asking
‘why’ and all your questions will be answered.”
“Like, why am I trapped in this body? And why am I
here?” I asked him again.
“Be patient. The answers will come. Those who dig for
water and give up, make potholes. Those who persist and
dig deep, make a well. Everything will start to make sense.
But, first you need to do some right smart work. Be
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curious. Then we’ll meet again when the timing is right.”
He tipped his hat and wandered off down the corridor.
I called out to him. “But how will I find you again?”
He answered as he kept walking. “When you need me,
I’ll find you.”
“But who are you? What’s your name?” I asked.
“Why?” he asked. “You can call me whatever you
like!” Then he ducked his head as he exited through the
sliding doors. And he was gone before I had the chance to
respond. It seemed like Mr. Why was the perfect name for
him.
I stared out the window. The humming sound had gone;
all I could hear was the noise from the wheels grinding on
the tracks. I looked down at my wrinkled hands. I realized
that I was none the wiser about how to get out of Charles’s
body and back into mine. I had no answers to any of my
questions. I sighed, wishing that I were back home.
Everything seemed more logical there, even though at the
time I didn’t like living there. Although horrible things
happened, and the pain I suffered when she left me was
unbearable, at least I had control―I did things at my own
pace, in my own way, on my own terms. I made the
decisions. I decided what I liked and what I didn’t like,
where I wanted to go and when. If I had known I would
lose control, I wouldn’t have boarded this train. Maybe I’m
not ready for this trip, I thought. I don’t know. Nothing
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makes sense anymore. Life isn’t easy. I just want things to
go back to how they used to be.
My eyes darted up and down the empty car. I never did
like being alone in strange places. It gave me the creeps.
Strange things happen in strange places. But, I thought, at
least if something strange happens to me now, I can call on
Mr. Why. I wonder where he was going. A cold shiver ran
up my spine. It was time to move on, even though my body
was aching, and I was nervous about where I would end
up.
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Three
TOYING WITH HUMANIMALS
Heading in the same direction as Mr. Why, quite uncertain
about what I would discover, I hobbled through the train,
car by car, observing and assessing everything I saw. Each
car was oddly quiet. Why? Passengers were nodding off to
the repetitive beat of chashung, chashung, chashung as the
train kept its monotonous pace. Other passengers were
busy reading, oblivious to their surroundings. A few
nodded to me. Why? Maybe they were being friendly. Or
maybe they recognized Charles. I reluctantly nodded back.
Grouwoull! My stomach gurgled. Why? Because I was
hungry. I tried to calculate how long it had been since I
had eaten, then I remembered where I was. It was
impossible to calculate. The growls howled louder,
echoing through the hollow hall of Charles’s stomach. I
needed to eat. But what? Anything. Salty, sweet, crunchy,
soft, meaty, or chewy. I could have eaten it all! The seats
and passengers zoomed in and out of focus. Dizzy and
lightheaded, I wanted to sit down, but I was hungrier than
ever so I hobbled on. I had no idea where I was going. A
banquet of irritation and confusion was being served deep
inside, and with each course the growls howled louder. I
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grabbed the back of an empty seat to steady myself. Then I
noticed it: a beam of light heading straight for me.
I flung my body into the seat and gripped its edges
tight, expecting the unexpected. “Watch out!” I warned
others, but none of the passengers near me took cover.
Maybe they’re novices, I considered, unaware of what’s
coming. I tucked my head down low and held on tight. My
fingers were cold and tense. My armpits were hot and
sweaty; I rubbed them into my upper ribs to smear their
sweat onto my shirt. As I stared out the window, watching
the lights approach, a glimpse of Charles’s face and beard
haunted me. I craved to see my shaven face, my floppy
hair, my eyes, my smile. I wanted to feel strong and agile
again. That was who I really was. My fingers held the seat
tighter, and I closed my eyes, yearning for my old body.
Badaboom! The train merger hit.
And within a split second, it was over.
Hypnotic rhythms and techno drum beats whirled
around me. A clatter of snorts and squeals came from all
directions. My entire body pulsated, awkwardly twisted
and bent, resting on a warm lump. I opened my eyes,
staring up into the beady eyes of Pika Rabbit. He squealed,
“Get off me, you inconsiderable imbecile! Get off me!”
My torso was uncomfortably sprawled across his two
thighs, pinning him to a seat. I unscrambled my arms and
legs and clambered off of him. “It’s me, Charles!” I yelled,
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but the pounding racket drowned out my voice. Pika stood
up, waving his tiny hands and mouthing what I assumed to
be “Shoo! Shoo!” I backed away from him and, within
seconds, a group of dreadfully swarvellous passengers
swarmed around him and he was hidden among his own
kind. Although I remembered many of them from the first
train merger, none of them recognized me.
I scanned the car, searching the different partygoers.
There were lots of passengers with big hair, arrogant
stances, and dresses with daring cut-out bits, but I could
not see Pixie Pinkus anywhere.
Something sweet and smoky caught my attention. I
sniffed harder. Roasted and delicious. My stomach sent
violent quivers into my chest and my heart pounded faster.
I spotted a platter of stuffed peppers behind me. Before the
attendant wandered off with it, I weaved my arm through
the crowd and grabbed three slimy peppers. They slid out
of my hand and straight into my mouth. My cheeks were
stretched and swollen as I struggled to chew. Grease from
the melted cheese dripped out the corner of my mouth. I
swallowed and then licked up the dribble.
What’s that smell? I took a long inhalation. Deep-fried
something. Still chewing the peppers, my eyes hunted.
Then I saw it―finger food galore in all shapes and sizes. I
pushed through the loitering passengers toward the platter.
Flaky tartlets, crispy wedges, gooey rounds, creamy
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scrolls―my right hand shoved its way in, past shoulders,
and plunged down. My goal was to seize two of
everything, but I could barely see what I was picking. My
fingers crawled and rummaged, crumbling pieces together,
squeezing them tight into my fist, redesigning their petite
appearance. I swallowed the remnants of the peppers and
pulled my ballooned hand back, aiming straight for my
open mouth. But before it reached its destination, a hand
seized the top of my shoulder and a gruff male voice
boomed from behind me, loud and clear in my ear, “That’s
stealing!” I quickly stuffed the crumbling ball into my
mouth. He clutched my shoulder and roared, “Gatecrashers
aren’t welcome!” Grabbing both of my wrists, he yanked
them behind my back and pushed my shoulders forward,
forcing me through the crowd. My mouth was jam-packed,
unable to even mumble a defense. As he prodded me, he
boasted, “The party’s over, gatecrasher!” I lowered my
head and tried to gulp down the half-eaten food, keen to
explain that there was no gate, but I almost choked. He
continued to push me down the corridor, through the
glamorous ones, who were flamboyantly toasting fruity
brainwhacker cocktails and striking self-righteous poses;
they shook their heads in disgust when I was escorted past
them.
I shunned their sneers and stares, and as I did, a pink
dress and a mass of red hair caught my eye. She was a few
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footsteps from the exit, so I yelled, “Pixie Pinkus, it’s
Charles!” but my voice was muffled, drowned out by a
rising shrill of voices. The security guard prodded me
harder, holding my hands tighter. In a last-ditch effort, I
cleared my throat and yelled louder, “Pixie, remember
me?”
I was startled to hear myself. That voice, I thought. I
know that voice! The security guard paused; maybe he
questioned what he was doing or maybe the corridor was
momentarily blocked? I peered down. A white sweatshirt.
Dark gray jeans. Sneakers. A thrill surged through me. I
beamed triumphantly. At that moment, Pixie shook her
head from side to side and, with a slow-motion wink and
an upturned smirk of her pink lips, she silently confirmed
to the security guard that I was an unwelcome intruder.
The door closed behind me.
Suddenly I did not care. It all made sense why Pixie and
Pika had not recognized me.
Dazed, I stood in the enclosed vestibule between cars. I
stared down at my hands, then ran my fingers over the
stubble on my cheeks. So smooth compared to Charles’s
beard. I searched for my reflection in the car window. My
dark eyes, chiseled chin, and floppy brown hair stared back
at me. My wide, goofy grin had returned. “I’m back!” I
shouted, giving myself a high-five in the window’s
reflection. My thoughts raced. How is this possible? When
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did it happen? Why hadn’t I noticed right away? I don’t
care, I realized. I’m just happy to be me again. I bent my
knees, and pivoted my torso. No popping. No aches. No
cracking. I stomped up and down and then slid open the
doors to the next car.
My legs, hips, knees, and body moved with ease. No
stiff joints. It felt so good. I took a deep breath in, and
relaxed as I breathed out. As I strolled through the car, I
noticed it had a familiar scent of morning coffee and
aftershave. Although the passengers in the car were not
familiar, they were not unfamiliar either. In fact, if I did
not know any better, I could have been back at Grand Road
Station. I would have taken refuge there in the car for a
while, but emotions ran wild and I still had an intense
appetite―a burning urge for something sweet.
I scanned the car, trying to work out whom I could
approach. Someone my own age. Then I spotted her. A
girl, maybe a bit younger than me. I observed her for a few
seconds; she was mildly interacting with her surroundings,
neither asleep nor engrossed in her own world. As her head
moved, her soft blonde curls rested on her shoulders. Her
skin was fair but her face had a sun-kissed glow. I
summoned the courage to approach her. I nervously
cleared my throat and said, “Excuse me, do you know
where I can get something to eat?”
She gazed up at me. “On this train?” she asked.
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“Yeah,” I nodded and stared into her blue eyes.
“Maybe there’s something through those doors.” She
pointed in the direction I’d just come from.
“Thanks,” I said, shaking my head. “But maybe I’m not
really that hungry.”
“I have an apple. You’re welcome to eat that,” she said
in a soft voice.
“Really?” I asked.
She delved into her orange satchel and then handed me
a green apple. “Take it, it’s all yours.” She smiled.
“Thanks!” I took the apple. “Do you mind if I join
you?” I asked.
“Sure.” She moved her bag onto her lap and tucked in
the folds of her floral dress to clear the seat beside her. As
I sat down, she held out her right hand and introduced
herself. “I’m Veronika Day.”
“I’m Jude,” I said, gently clasping my fingers around
her palm.
“Nice to meet you, Jude,” she said, with a cute smile.
“Where are you heading?” she asked. I bit off a huge
mouthful, chewing it over and over, juicing every morsel.
Veronika waited for me to answer, but since I continued to
chew, she added, “I’m going to see the Magus.” Still
munching on my mouthful, I raised my eyebrows, wanting
to hear more, but Veronika turned away in embarrassment.
I quickly swallowed half the mouthful, and then slurred,
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“What station are you getting off at? Do you know where
this train is going?” Apple juice sprayed from my mouth as
I spoke. Luckily none of it fired directly at Veronika.
“It depends on where you are heading,” she said.
I quickly swallowed the rest of the mouthful, and said,
“I thought I knew but now I’m not so sure. The trip has
been quite unpredictable so far.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. I really wanted to tell
her about everything but I had only just met her. Instead, I
asked her, “Have you heard of train mergers?”
“Sure,” she said.
“Really?” I asked. She smiled and nodded. So I
continued. “I’ve experienced a couple―”
She interrupted. “We all have, otherwise we wouldn’t
be here.”
I probed deep into her eyes and paused for a moment.
Then I asked, “Are you really Veronika?” Her eyebrows
squinted together slightly as she studied my face. I
regretted asking the question. “Sorry,” I said. “I just
wondered whether you really are Veronika or whether
you’re trapped in someone else’s body.” I took another bite
of the apple.
“Oh,” she said, “now I understand.” Then she laughed.
“I guess none of us really know who we are. We’re all a bit
deluded. That’s the whole point of this journey. By the
way, you haven’t told me where you are heading.”
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“Do you promise not to laugh or think I’m crazy?” I
asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“You promise?”
“Definitely,” she said, placing her two hands across her
heart. “I’m not one to lie.”
“I’m going to the Cave of Lerkus.”
“The Cave,” she nodded, and then added, “That’s a
huge trip.”
“So you’ve heard about Lerkus? Do you know what
stop I get off at?” I asked. Veronika laughed. I frowned.
“Hey, you promised!” I bit into the apple again.
“Sorry,” she said, gently touching my forearm. “From
what I’ve heard, the Cave of Lerkus isn’t a destination that
we can choose to go to.”
Still chewing on the apple, I insisted, “Yes it is! The
conductor said that it’s possible.”
“It’s possible, but we have absolutely no control over
when we get there. We’re just the passengers,” she said.
“But I know a girl who was going there. She asked me
if I wanted to go there with her. At the time, I said no. And
then she left without me and now I want to go there, too.”
“So you want to go to the Cave of Lerkus to chase after
a girl?”
“No, it’s not like that―she vanished without saying
goodbye, and I’ve got no idea why. She saw life in an
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entirely different way from me and she wasn’t afraid of the
unknown. She said that if I went to the Cave of Lerkus,
everything I ever wanted to know about life would be
revealed. I wasn’t ready for that back then, but we
prepared for the journey anyway. Twice a day we stared at
a big black pool of grime. She said griminess was good for
us―it would eventually make us clean. And it did help me
for a while but then she left me, and I almost drowned in
the pool of muck. Life got worse so I thought I’d take a
trip to the Cave of Lerkus and discover for myself what’s
really going on.”
“It sounds like you’ve been through a lot. I’ve dipped
my toes in a pool of muck a few times too when life got
messy but I’ve never fully swum in it. Did your friend tell
you much about the Cave? Do you know how to find it?”
she asked.
“The only thing I know is that she said it’s the most
amazing place―it’s incredibly peaceful and quiet, and
there’s no fear, no doubts, no worries, no pain, no trouble,
no heartache. Nothing horrible happens there, only sheer
happiness. It’s absolutely idyllic, beyond belief. Nowhere
else in the world compares to it.”
“It sounds like the perfect place to go to end all
suffering,” she said.
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“Exactly. But my friend did say that it’s an extremely
difficult place to get to, otherwise everyone would be
there.”
“Do you have a tour guide?”
“No, I don’t think so. Do I need one?”
“It would definitely help, but you still would not have
control over when and how you get there.”
“How do I get there, then?”
“I’m not the right person to ask. I’ve never been there
so I don’t know exactly where it is or the best way to get
there. All I know is that very few people actually make it
all the way into the Cave, and those who do say that life
never looks the same again.”
“Oh, now you’ve got me worried―I’m going
somewhere that I know very little about, I’ve got no idea
how to get there, and who knows what I’ll discover once
I’m there.”
“Sorry,” said Veronika as she put her hand on my knee.
“I didn’t mean to worry you. It could be a fantastic
adventure into the great unknown.”
“It could be, but I’m not really into unusual
adventures―I guess that’s why I said no in the first place.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I don’t like adventure trips either.
They give me the goobly-wooblies. I much prefer to travel
within my comfort zone.”
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“Same here, but unfortunately horrible things keep
happening to me, one after the other, and I can’t take it
anymore. I was really hoping that this trip would be
different.”
“And I’m sure it will be―if you let it. As far as I know,
this train will head wherever you want it to go. You just
need to be clear about your destination.”
I paused, then asked her, “Do you think it’s odd that we
are stuck on the same train but we’re going to different
places and neither of us has any control over when and
where we get off?”
“Maybe it’s not as strange as it appears,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, as I twirled the chewed
apple core between my fingers.
“To be honest, I don’t know. I just know that it feels
right that we are having this conversation. I don’t think it’s
a coincidence that you’re in that body on this train talking
to me right now, and that I ended up in this body on the
same train talking to you right now. Maybe we are both
exactly where we are meant to be.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “maybe we’re in the right place at
the right time.”
Veronika smiled as she checked her watch. “Oh no, I’m
late!” she exclaimed. “I have to go.” She grabbed her bag
and stood up.
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Flustered, I accidentally dropped the apple core as I too
stood up. “Where?” I asked. I noticed that she was slightly
shorter than me.
“To see the Magus!” she said as she tossed the long
strap of her satchel across her body.
“Can I see you again?” I asked.
“Sure, I’d like that Jude.”
“How will I find you?”
“I’m sure we’ll find each other when our lines are
meant to cross,” she smiled. “But I really have to go now.”
She ran down the corridor and disappeared into the car
where Pixie Pinkus was holding her cocktail party. I
waited, biting my bottom lip, half expecting her to return.
This is ridiculous, I told myself. I only just met her. I
glanced up as the doors opened. My heart pounded. Two
guys stumbled out. I kicked the floor, disappointed. I’m
sure I’ll see her again, but not now, I thought. At least I
know she’s on board. Maybe being stuck on this train isn’t
so bad after all. A tingle ran up my spine. The muscles in
my legs and arms pulsated, something fluttered inside my
gut, and I was keener than ever to explore. I pulled up my
sleeves as I strode off in the opposite direction from
Veronika.
My feet pounded hard on the carpet as I moved through
each car, one after the other. Passengers either moved out
of my way or my body bounced around them. My energy
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surged as I sped down the corridor. Indistinguishable, the
passengers were almost as blurry as the scenes outside the
windows. There was no time to stop and look around; I
pushed myself to keep moving.
Eventually I had no choice but to stop―I ran out of
breath.
Holding the sides of my gut, I gasped for air and heaved
short breaths in and out. My heart beat fast. I closed and
opened my eyes a few times and looked around. I
wondered if I had lost my mind. Was I hallucinating? A
hunched-over, cheeky monkey was playing with his
girlfriend’s pigtails. I squinted and tried to refocus my
eyes. Is it a monkey or a man? I started walking down the
corridor. A woman removed her coat, but as she did so, I
saw the snake within her shedding its skin. I slowed down.
I was curious but somewhat hesitant. A baby girl cried.
Caw! Caw! Caw! Her face had the beak of a crow chick
demanding food from its mother.
An eerie shiver ran through my body, and my arms had
goose bumps. I kept on walking, half expecting that the
three meerkat teenagers, who were peering over a row of
seats, would pounce on me at any moment. My heart was
palpitating; my brow was sweating. This doesn’t feel right,
I thought, I need to get out of here before these tamed
circus animals run wild.
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I craved a drink. Something strong. The urge intensified
as I strayed down the corridor and into the next car.
Inside, strobe lights dimly flickered on and off, making
the passengers appear motionless even though they were
dancing to a loud and heavy beat. Their movements were
distinctive, given they had half-human, half-animal
features. The air was foggy and I struggled to breathe. But
strangely, I wanted to stay—it was uncomfortably
comfortable. Then something tapped on my shoulder and
my entire body jerked. My eyes feasted up and down on a
flamingo dressed in a strapless pink corset laden with
feathers. She had a matching pink miniskirt with a big
feather tail and a long pink feather in her hair. One of her
long bare legs was bent as she stood still in her sky-soaring
pink high heels. She stretched her long neck toward me
and asked, “Hey sexy, what can I get you?”
“Straight brainwhacker,” I ordered. Those two simple
words flew out of my mouth without any effort. She
nodded, holding her head high as she strutted over to the
bar, rhythmically turning her feather tail from side to side.
I scanned the crowd as I waited. Gothic swans and
tempting bunnies, ravishing peacocks and metallic
leopards masqueraded before me. Then my eyes locked
with those of an incredibly sultry dancer. She reminded me
of a white Samoyed puppy, with her playful eyes and small
pink tongue. Leaving very little to the imagination, she
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was scantily dressed in tiny white shorts and a huge furry
collar, which barely covered her curves. She pranced on
tiptoes toward me. “Let’s dance,” she purred. My heart
pounded. “Sure,” I nodded, lunging forward. She grasped
my sleeve and drew me closer toward her. My heart raced
as she snuggled against my chest, moving her body to the
pulse of the music. Her perfume was intoxicating. As I
breathed it in, gulps of white fluff from her collar almost
choked me. She slid her fingers between my lips, wiping
away the stray fur. Then her petite pink tongue moistened
her glossy lips. She moved her mouth closer to mine, and
lightly brushed my lips with hers. A vision of Veronika
flashed before me. No! Not now. I closed my eyes, but her
face haunted me. I opened my eyes but guilt overcame me.
I pulled away, shaking my head as I walked back,
desperately searching for the flamingo.
She found me before I found her. I grabbed the drink
and guzzled it down in less than five seconds. “I’ll have
another,” I ordered.
“That’s one hundred kusos for the first,” she said.
“What!” I exclaimed. “You’re joking?”
From out of nowhere, a bouncer, who reminded me of a
fierce shark, demanded, “Pay up now! She means
business!” In between the flickers of bright light, I noticed
a mass of undesirable creatures covered in tattoos and
piercings emerge from the dark sides of the car’s metal
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frame. I was surrounded by humanimals. A sharp pain
stabbed my chest as my heart sped up. A dog-man with a
truncheon pierced through his neck shoved past me. I
cringed. Sweat dripped from under my arms as I gulped in
the smoky air.
A nasty tube-nosed bouncer snarled, “What ya got for
us, then?” He flared open his brown-spotted batwing arms.
I shuddered. Fumbling for my wallet, I asked, “Do you
take cards?”
“No!” spat the batwinged bouncer. “You’d better get
more creative than that.”
“I don’t have anything else,” I said. My hands trembled
as I searched my wallet.
“You’ve got lots,” screeched the bat.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Two eyes, two ears, teeth, a pumping heart, a liver,
kidneys, fingers, toes…where do you want to start?”
“Um…my clothes,” I stuttered.
The fierce shark snarled, “Yeah, that’ll make our job
easier. There’s nothing worse than excreting fiber and
zips.” My hands were shaking as I fumbled to put my
wallet back in the pocket of my jeans. My eyes stung as I
slowly reached for the bottom of my sweatshirt.
Another large bouncer—this one with piercing steel
eyes, pointy ears, and a shaved head—rammed in front of
me and bellowed, “Get moving!” His muscles bulged out
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from under his tight black singlet, and his massive arms
reminded me of the tentacles of a giant toothless vampire
squid. I slowly removed my shirt. “Your belt and pants
too!” ordered the Vampire Squid bouncer. My fingers were
shaking uncontrollably as I unbuckled my belt and slid it
out of my jeans. Using his huge hands, Vampire Squid
grabbed the end of the belt; I tugged back. The harder I
pulled, the more strength he mustered.
I pulled even harder. He pulled harder again.
Determined not to give in, I continued to pull even
though I was exhausted. I fought with every ounce I had.
Mr. Why had shown me how keen I could be, and I was
keener than ever to fight for my life. Then the bouncer’s
tentacle-like arms suctioned onto me and all my effort was
not enough.
I silently begged: if you are there, Mr. Why, please help
me.
The belt slowly slipped through my fingers.
Mr. Why, wherever you are, please save me!
I gripped the end of the belt. My blistered fingers
clasped the buckle, knowing that if I let it go, Vampire
Squid could smash it around my head. The metal tongue
dug in deep. The pain was intense. Vampire Squid kept
pulling on the belt; it seemed to be getting longer and
longer. How was this possible? My face tightened, and I
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gripped harder, using every muscle I had, but the belt was
slowly slipping through my fingers.
Mr. Why, please save me. I begged with every cell,
every molecule, every thought, every breath, everything I
had. Over and over again, I pleaded. Please help me. I
know you are here. Please help me. Then my hands let go
of the belt. If you want me to be beaten up, let it happen.
And my entire body caved in and shuddered as I waited to
be flogged to death. I cradled my bleeding, gashed hands.
The extremely long belt dropped at my feet. Had he
surrendered too, or had he simply found something bigger
to strike me with? I cringed as I cautiously peered upward.
His jaw was wide open, but no sound emerged. His face
was gaunt in agony, and the veins under the shaved skin on
his head bulged as his eyes protruded from their sockets.
Vampire Squid was holding his chest in what appeared to
be a cardiac arrest.
Two lights flooded the car. I cowered down low and
braced, pleading that the train merger would get me out of
there alive and safe.
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FOUR
EXTINCT LIBRARIANS
All scattered in the mind, I landed feet first in an enclosed
vestibule between two cars. Somewhat shaken, I checked
my hands. Familiar and unscathed. Everything else was
intact too―my sweatshirt, belt, jeans, and sneakers. They
were back together, unmarked. How is that possible, I
wondered? I pushed the button and the doors slid open. So
peaceful compared to the thrashing bar. So quiet. Then
zing zoom! The doors behind me closed.
“Shh!” a woman hissed. My head spun toward her. She
gave me a stern glare as she raised an elongated pointer
finger to her lips; it was so long it reached right up to the
midpoint of her eyebrows. Had I gatecrashed another
cocktail party? It looked more like a tea party. Old-
fashioned cups and saucers were scattered on the table
where the woman and a dozen or so other passengers sat.
Each one of them had an elongated pointer finger on each
hand. I whispered to the stern woman, “Sorry, I didn’t
mean to disturb you.”
A young guy with chunky-rimmed black glasses and
scruffy hair, who was sitting the closest to me, laughed.
“We’re already disturbed!” he said. An older woman
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sitting beside him added, “We have been since the
technological age hit.” They both laughed.
“Why?” I asked. A bald man with a wrinkled forehead
sitting at the head of the table, next to the stern woman,
shook his head in despair. “Oh no, it’s worse than I
thought. The youth of today don’t even recognize us
anymore.”
“Who are you?” I asked.
“We’re librarians,” said the young guy.
“Aren’t you all extinct?” I asked.
“There’s a few of us left,” said the bald man.
“I thought the only place one could find a librarian
these days was in a museum,” I said as I surveyed the car.
Bronze textured, metallic walls shimmered under the glow
of spotlights; no bookshelves or books were in sight. The
car had oversized hexagonal windows, which encased a
collection of stylish velvet lounges. Most of the passengers
were playing dice in small groups. I asked the young guy,
“How is it possible that you’ve survived?”
“Our knowledge,” he said. “It’s our lifeline.”
The bald man then added, “All this is superficial
nonsense—designer games and elegant chattels to feed the
untamed thieves. We’re planning a silent protest to show
them that the intellect is more powerful.” Then he paused,
and said, “I don’t mean to be rude, but we have much work
to do, and we need to move quickly.”
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“I understand,” I said, letting them return to their
collective discussion. Keen to explore, I wandered through
the car, which was much wider and longer than the other
cars. A dull humming noise rang in my ears. Then, in the
far corner of the car, I spotted a cream cowboy hat. A large
crowd was gathered around him. Had I found him or had
he found me? I messed up my hair and pulled my sleeves
up as I ambled toward him.
When I reached the group, Mr. Why interrupted his
discussion and drawled, “Friend, join us!” pointing to a
spare seat in the front next to him. Too embarrassed to
squeeze through the overcrowded assembly, I declined his
offer and opted to perch on the armrest of a curved lounge
on the outskirts of the group. From what I could
comprehend, Mr. Why was telling the others about a
mansion that he had inherited many years ago. Over time,
he had added improvements so it could repair itself when
broken, build its own extensions, restore itself every six
years, and be fully transportable. The entire concept was
beyond belief. As his presentation progressed, more and
more passengers were flocking toward him like an eclipse
of moths to a street lamp at midnight. I was easily
distracted. Thoughts drifted in and out of my mind as I
listened to his bizarre talk. What was it about him? Had he
rescued all of these passengers too? Then I realized—he’s
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never actually seen me. Not in this body. Did he recognize
me somehow or was he just being friendly?
It suddenly occurred to me that I was lucky to be alive.
What was I thinking to enter that bar? What was I not
thinking to order a brainwhacker without first checking
that I had the kusos to pay for it? How could I have let my
wild cravings run loose like that? I should have gotten out
of there as soon as I had detected the first signs of
peculiarity. Something tapped on my shoulder and my
entire body jerked.
A somewhat familiar face smiled at me. “Hi, Jude,”
whispered Veronika.
“Veronika!” I whispered. She was more attractive than
I remembered.
“You look like you’ve been to hell and back,” she
joked. If only she knew. I smirked as I wiped my lips and
quickly changed the focus. “So is he your Magus?” I
asked. She nodded. I scratched my head. “Are you going to
the Cave of Lerkus too?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t going there,” she
whispered.
“I thought you said we were heading to different
places,” I whispered.
“I never said that; you assumed that that was the case.
We’re both seeking Lerkus. I’ve got the Magus guiding me
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there, and you’re going directly there on your own—
unless, of course, you’ve now got a tour guide.”
“No, not really. But does this mean that this train will
take us both to the Cave?”
She shook her head. “No, not this train.”
“What!” I said, trying to lower my voice. “I feel like
I’m living inside a puzzle. Every time I get a new piece of
information, the picture changes and none of the jigsaw
pieces fit together. Then I get another piece, but before I
can figure out where it fits, the picture has changed again.”
She whispered, “That’s the trouble with the world.
Everyone is living in a fantasy world doing jigsaws.
They’re so focused on trying to put their picture-perfect
life together that they forget it’s only an image. A
reflection of what’s in here,” she said, gesturing to her
head, “and that’s constantly changing. We’re different,
Jude. Our images got distorted and the jigsaw pieces don’t
fit together anymore, no matter how hard we bend them.”
“What went wrong with us?” I asked.
“Something went right with us!”
“And what was that?”
“We peeked through a crack in the distorted picture and
saw what was beyond it. And now that preoccupies us
more than doing a fake jigsaw puzzle.”
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I shook my head from side to side. “Maybe that’s how
it was for you but not for me. I never planned any of this. It
feels all wrong.”
“You need to speak with him. He’ll explain it better
than I can.” A swarm of passengers hovered around
Mr. Why. There was no way I could get close enough to
talk with him about any of this. Veronika gently nudged
me. “Go on,” she said, “ask him now. The sooner you hear
it from him, the more all of this will make sense.” I
stretched my feet down to the floor and stood up. Pins and
needles tingled in my backside. I hesitantly took a few
steps through the gatherers, and as I did, a path emerged
and Mr. Why headed toward me. “How is my friend?” he
asked. Lost for words, I nodded. “Follow!” he
commanded, as he walked past me, leading me away from
Veronika and the others.
In a quiet corner, we sat.
He broke the silence. “So what’d you think of my
talk?”
“It was different. I’m not sure I understood it all. It
seems a bit far-fetched. Is that mansion real?” I asked.
“As real as a donkey’s eee-haw. It’s ninety-five years
old and you’re looking at it,” he twanged.
I stared at him in disbelief. Was he referring to himself?
Or did he mean this train? Or was he playing games with
me again? Not knowing how to respond, I changed the
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topic and asked, “Do you recognize me?” He nodded.
“Really?” I asked.
“You’re keener than breath itself. But maybe a bit too
keen on the brainwhackers and the tempting painted she-
animals. You gotta be careful not to wake up the wrong
passengers, otherwise you’ll be up a tree trying to crack
the big nuts.”
“How do you recognize me? I was in a totally different
body when we first met.”
“We’ve met many, many times, my friend. It’s the
inners, not the outers, that tell you apart from the others,”
he said.
Interesting. The loud humming sound returned and it
was difficult to think clearly. The pressure on my forehead
was intense, so I just let all the thoughts, doubts, and
questions leap out one by one. “I need some answers.
Where is this train going? You told me that to get to the
Cave I need to be curious and to ask why, and I did. And if
it wasn’t for the train merger I would have been eaten
alive.” My face was getting hotter, and the words started
spewing out of my mouth. Mr. Why was calm, listening
and nodding. That aggravated me more. “Tell it to me
straight,” I yelled, “I don’t want any more cryptic riddles.
Is this train going to the Cave of Lerkus or not?”
“Hold your horses,” he said. I gritted my teeth and
forced a few deep breaths. Then he said, “There’s nothing
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to fear. You’re safe. The train merger brought you here. I
kept my word―I found you when you needed me.”
“Yeah, but it took you a while! That bouncer had his
tentacles wrapped all over me.”
“Very true, my friend. You just got out of there by the
skin of your teeth. I was watching the whole scene unfold,
ready to intervene, but you kept pulling. Then, when you
finally did ask for my help, you doubted whether I was
even there. It was only after you let go that it was possible
for me to free you.”
“Well, it was all your fault I ended up there!” I said.
“How so?” he asked.
“You told me to be curious and look where it took me.”
“You’re the yak that let your inner demons blaze up and
lead you astray, not me,” he said. “I didn’t give you a thirst
for seductive devilry. You did that all by your lonesome.
Remember, the deeper you dig your grave, the more dirt
you need to fill it.”
“But this train journey hasn’t been easy. I’ve gone from
being tossed around, to being trapped in someone else’s
body, to being admired, then ridiculed, then threatened.
Honestly, I’ve got my old body back but I don’t know who
I am anymore.”
“That’s because you’ve run off seeking your own
pleasures. Being curious doesn’t mean being a mushhead.
You need to stay focused on where you’re going. You
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want everything to be straightforward but absolutely
nothing, my friend, is sequential, including this train. If
you really want to know who you are, spend some time
helping the other passengers—they’ll help you find
yourself.”
“I don’t have time for that. I just need to get to the
Cave. Is this train going to take me there or not?”
“I’ll shoot square, my friend―no,” he said. I closed my
eyes and cradled my head in my hands. He then added,
“Don’t worry about small potatoes, they won’t feed the
masses. One day the whistle will blow and the right train
will come.”
I looked over at him. “But I need to go there now.
What’s the purpose of going any further if this train is not
going to take me there? I want a refund on my ticket!”
He laughed. “You should have thought about that
before you boarded the train.”
“I didn’t know that I would not have a choice about
where the train was going. I’ve lost all my freedom to do
what I want, when I want. It’s like I’m being held hostage
inside a metal cage.”
“A turtle,” Mr. Why announced.
“What?” I asked.
“A turtle carries a heavy shell everywhere it goes. It’s
free to go anywhere because it’s always home. But it’s not
free, it’s deluded. It lives within the confines of its shell,
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imprisoned because it cannot outgrow its shell or trade it in
for a new one. You think you had freedom, but you were
as deluded as the turtle. And now you yearn to have your
self-made prison back because you foolishly think there’s a
whole world out there to explore.”
“So if there’s no world to explore, where is the train
going?” I asked.
“Wherever you want it to go.”
“But you said I had no control, I’m just a passenger.”
“You desired a drink; you found a bar. You desired
something to fill your hollow gut; you found an apple. You
desired fame and recognition; you found Charles. You
desired to be yourself again; you found your body.”
“So I am in control?”
“Nah. Don’t be fooled by sawdust.”
“So who’s in control?”
“Something much greater than you or me.”
“Lerkus? Is Lerkus really the one in control?”
“You’ll know when you enter the Cave.”
“So I will get there?”
“It’s not up to me to say when you’ll get there, only
Lerkus can decide who visits the Cave.”
“But aren’t you a tour guide taking passengers to the
Cave of Lerkus?
“I don’t force them to come with me because there’s no
guarantee they’ll get there.”
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“So if there’s no certainty, why would I bother trying to
go there?”
“That’s up to you. You’ve still got freedom to make
your own choices. You just need to decide where you want
to go, and go there.”
“But I don’t know how to get there.”
“Train mergers, my friend. Seize the opportunities
when they come. They’re a bonanza if you realize when
and why they are occurring,” said Mr. Why as he reached
for the water jug on the side table near where we sat. He
poured a glass of water, and then hunted in the pocket of
his vest and took out a cube of sugar. He dropped the cube
into the glass of water and said, “Eventually the sugar will
dissolve in the water. Can the process be de-solved?”
I shrugged, not knowing whether it was a trick question
or not. He continued, “With each train merger, you merge
a bit closer. You’ve had countless train mergers before we
could have this conversation, otherwise it would be like me
trying to teach a three year old how to break a wild
stallion; it just wouldn’t make much cow-sense. And then
you were almost lassoed when you met Veronika, but the
rope wasn’t long enough to pull you in and you needed to
stew in your own juice a bit longer.”
“Huh? Does that mean I don’t need any more train
mergers?” I asked.
“Not if you want to reach the Cave.”
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“How many more train mergers would it take?”
“Count the number of cars on this train, and then triple
it.”
I pondered that for a moment, and then asked, “If this
train is not sequential, how can I count the cars?”
He smiled and rose to his feet. “Keep it up, my friend.
There are one hundred and twenty-nine tons of steel in this
car―it’d be a pity not to weld them into something swell
for the other passengers. But remember, don’t go waking
up the wrong passengers. Good company will keep you on
track, bad company will derail you.”
I too stood up, tilting my chin back to make eye contact
with him. “Thanks,” I said, “I’ve definitely got a long way
to go.” He then wandered off toward the passengers
waiting for him. I sat back down and pondered what he had
said as the remaining crystals of the sugar cube slowly
dissolved. As much as I did not want to admit it, he was
right about many things. I had no one to blame but myself
for the trouble I had attracted. I was only focused on
myself and what I wanted. I tried to understand what he
had said about being in control but not being in control, but
I struggled. Nothing was clear. My head hurt from
overthinking. To ease my brewing headache, I guzzled the
glass of sugar water. Then I slammed the glass down on
the table and said, “That’s one puzzle solved!”
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A voice from behind me interrupted, “I’m not sure what
you’ve solved, but we need to leave.” Out of the corner of
my eye, I saw a floral dress with an orange
bag―Veronika. Her voice was strained. “Those extinct
librarians are planning a ‘Save the Dewey’ protest, and
even though they are saying it will be a silent protest, I
reckon it could turn violent. A huge group of disgruntled
paperback readers are following them. They’re pursuing
some idiosyncratic quest about paperback vandalism,
claiming that their access to knowledge is getting
suppressed. Little do they know―I don’t want to get
involved.”
“Sure,” I said, still sucking on the remainder of the
sugar cube. Standing up, I added, “Let’s get out of here
then.” Although I had just met Veronika, I trusted her and
my gut instinct told me that with her leading the way, it
was unlikely I would end up in a dark dungeon with wild
humanimals again.
We headed off past a huddle of librarians, who were
busy painting placards: “Thieves rob our peace,” “Trees of
knowledge need water too,” “Mind the mind, not the gap,”
“Witness the wit outwit the halfwit,” and “Book butchery
is mindless slaughter.” Odd. Veronika smirked at me. I
asked her, “So where are we going?” Still smirking, she
said, “There are a few friends I’d like you to meet. They’re
generous misers who like to take less and give more.” As
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we exited the car, I bid a silent farewell to the librarians,
who were working hard with their heads down,
undistracted by what was going on around them, and I
braced myself for whatever might happen next.
About L.A. Golding
L.A. Golding (Leisa) is an author of contemplative and
surrealist fiction, based in Australia.
Her second novel Zombies Who Love God is due for
release in 2020.
Leisa and her husband, James Golding, also have free short
stories available on their website.
GoldingTales.com
Twitter.com/GoldingTales