Δευτέρα, 1 Μαΐου 2017

THE VOLUNTEER 9: TIME IS UP

He took a deep breath and opened the door.
The rain fell harder as the night went on, as if someone had done it on purpose to give a more dramatic tone to the scene.
His shoes paddled in the small rivers formed on the dirty road. 
Some of the garbage bags by the bins had fallen from the force of the water and had opened. The drops pounded on the beer and soda cans giving a metal tempo to this eerie music. 
The path to the back of the car lasted a moment that seemed like a lifetime to him. It was strange because, even though he already felt his clothes and feet all soaked and drenched on him, at the same time he felt a deep burn coming from the depths of himself. For the first time that heartache burned so much and even though his movements were nervous and hasty, that part of him that spoke to him shouted that he should delay as much as he could.
He knew.
He didn’t even have to go closer. 
He felt the evil. He foresaw the mistake. 
He had reached the corner of the car.
No, it was not a black bag what he had hit when he reversed. 
It was a human body.
A body with the face down.
Still.
His legs were beneath the car.
Α darker stream on the road looked like blood.
A male body dressed in a black coat.
Harry felt his stomach strangely going up his neck. He vomited. 
He was blocked. He didn’t feel his heart beating in a normal rate. His head was about to explode. 
The rain fell in all its harshness in the dark alley. 
He was all alone. Nobody was around there. 
His friends were not close.
He was all alone with a body that he didn’t know if he had fatally injured.
He didn’t have the strength to confirm it. 
He was standing still.
Random thoughts came to his mind.
He was certain that no one was there when he parked his car. 
There was only the trash bin.
So, could he be a homeless guy, someone who had drank too much and felt dizzy, a client from the bar or the staff?
Logic had no place at that moment.
He knew the right thing to do. 
He had to call an ambulance right away.
He knew the right thing but he could not dare it. 
The small blood pond and the stillness of that body in that uncomfortable position had scrambled him.
He was scared. That was the part inside him that burned his guts.
The rain kept falling.
Facing the dilemma:
“Morality or running away”,
he had already made up his mind.

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