A strange little man stopped by the apartment within the small clinic pushing a bailey. And though he claimed to be there to assist my mother in some way or somebody I knew? He seemed to be doing a good business as far as other old ladies who were dying. The majority of them dropping dead almost instantly after his arrival, or so he said. The first one was sad enough. The second one having been just next door caused me to query him. The situation of so many subsequent deaths made me suspicious. How could all these people so conveniently begin to die after he had been offering his postmortem service?
I walked down the city sidewalk and to my shock came upon two corpses, one limbless torso tossed over another one without arms or legs. The one on top orange from rot seemingly growing out of the other. The unconscious inference of the impression left being that one had been somehow helping the other. The corpse on top when it had been alive had passed itself off as a savant. Traveling from individual to individual offering his point of view, whether asked for or not. He might have been called semi-religious, at least from the point of his jargon. He persisted in showing up in all sorts of unorthodox places to voice his opinion.
He claimed that he was constructing some sort of amorphous structure that contained a maze within. The maze contained a brass covered grid upon an effigy of a piano shaped object colored in a marble pattern of turquoise and red that was quite striking in its impression. He was showing some black women that this was in actual fact a device designed to attract and trap some sort of heretofore unknown undiscovered entity. A stockpile of guns nearby at hand in this faux casino. The man’s lectures startled some of the ladies as the demeanor of his voice began to take on a more markedly authoritarian tone.
The movie theater that the man had gone to could qualify as a very strange place with people’s hand writings scattered freely all over the inside of the structure’s walls. Most being very large at ten times their original size. Some extending forth like bas art sculpture. Somewhat taken aback he exclaimed that, “I was just there to have fun.” Simply having trailed in the auditorium out of curiosity and being in the vicinity.
Finally at home, in the midst of the plumb darkness of early morning, he woke up in agony. Most probably because of what he had eaten earlier that evening. A big mistake! Going to that small neighborhood Chinese food restaurant. He didn’t even know why he even ate it? It was so so bad! Aside from the fact that he was so hungry and didn’t want to waste the money. Stupid! One would thing that one’s health would be more important than such false economy? But doesn’t that say something? More worry about the economy at large than his own physical well being! Physical, mental or spiritual. Alone socially, political and by himself in terms of the current era, that not being so bad in terms of getting around the world and walking the animal around the block! The bad thing being shuffled to the other side of the deck of cards into the discard pile. The reason d’être slowly evaporating.
He couldn’t relate to what most people were obsessed with? Maybe he was too comfortable! He had a car to get around when he needed it and a roof over his head for the near indefinite future. The expenses in living were manageable not threatening to dispossess him. Not under attack like some others. Yet in the back of his mind he knew that this could change at any time. The terminology of race ceaselessly pushed by the Communists ever threatening to create sparks to ignite to violence. A bunch of age old peddlers of deceit with self-aggrandizement on their minds. There was no reason to go hiding under a rock despite the fact that no one was safe anymore. His admiration saved for those people who were sticking to telling the truth no matter what the cost. That was where he came back into the conversation. There was no need for further phantoms to complicate his existence. Only a bit of perfidy here or there.
It was determined that he had just recently been invited into another part of the city unknown to him. And had been invited up to the penthouse by a newly encountered acquaintance on some excuse. It didn’t take long for him to realize that all these Jewish guys started showing up and acting purposely nonchalantly tipping him off that whatever was happening that he was to be the recipient of it. The conversation that they started demonstrated only an equally shallow verbosity. They must have taken their guest for some ‘rube’? A typical Goyish nobody who was incapable of spotting any guile. One in particular sporting a yarmulke slowly edging his way over towards the right side of the bed that the center of their attention was sitting upon. The typical choice of an open collar sweat stained while shirt his most identifiable uniform. His complexion almost ivory like exposed bone. The faux conversation at large trying to divert him away from this slow stealthy progress.
The seance continuing until at one beat just before the resolution of this gambit was to be sprung their prey suddenly rose up and walked casually to the hallway. This unexpected action taking the wind out of the sails of the imminent plan of the incredulous group. The would be assassin’s plan to break the neck of the man with one swift twist having been thwarted. Their intended victim now disappearing out through the front door and down to the stairwell before they could confer to reorient their planned hit. Mossad agents not necessarily always living up to their fabled reputation for efficiency. The fugitive throwing his pursuers off by taking the stairs to the roof rather than downward to the street. The extra moment or two leading to an impulsive action of running along the parapet towards a corner of the roof then vaulting over it despite a ten story drop. To the man’s surprise then landing squarely upon the balcony of the floor just below. Then instinctively hauling himself over the far railing and easing himself down the the next consecutive balcony and repeating the process until he was several floors below. His pursuers being completely confounded.
It was later determined that some footwear had vanished from a lower apartment where the sliding balcony door was left open. The intruder possibly being shoeless at this point absconding with a set of house slippers. From that point on no one knew what happened to the escaping man as he was not seen alive again.