Series Ongoing story · short stories

Eternal Distance – Episode 3

Continuing the new draft I am attempting to make more sense. MMMMM not easy

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TRING TRING TRING TRING TRING TRING TRING ……. Jess shook as the alarm clock was rattling in his senses. He clambered out of the chair and staggered towards it. The 1950’s style Alarm clock with two bells on the top of it, was placed far enough away to make him get out of bed. Jess got out the chair and without thinking, hit the clock and went straight into the shower. His bathroom didn’t have a bath. There was a shared one down the hallway, but at least his room had a shower, some of them didn’t.

He thought in monosyllables as he drifted under the hot water; is this real. For a moment he wasn’t sure. Quite quickly his memory of the hospital,nurse and man staring in his eyes faded into a memory of a dream: it must have been a dream.

Jess was always battling with a complete lack of understanding about time. This had been one of the factors for his inability to function in the working world. Daydreams were definitely not a new thing for him. Seldom had he experienced anything quite as vivid as this though. The difference this time was that he was only remembering the episode in fragments for a short period of time. Maybe his mind was salvaging something of normality so that it would be able to survive.

Anyway at this moment his thoughts stabilised and he remembered that he had to get this train. Jess definitely had no time to ponder what might be going on. His kidneys were aching, maybe because of the rough and peculiar night’s sleep. In truth he was full of anxiety and stress. He was fighting against the tide it felt and the surf was powerful.

The train was pre-booked so it would be cheaper; the consequence of being late was unthinkable. That was how it had always been for this particular young man. Battling against what was expected of any normal person; just getting to places on time was a mystery for Jess. Holding down a job. Having a relationship for more than a couple of weeks.

Developing a career; “there was no reason why not you are an intelligent boy”, his mother used to say. These anxieties continued to whirl around his brain as he started to collect his life together in a suitcase on his way to leaving this place at last.

Finally he was ready and made his way to Euston Station to begin a new chapter or at least this is what he hoped.

A shrill whistle blasted unexpectedly and made Jess jump. The platform manager was standing right next to the carriage window. Jess liked to look out just before departing on any journey. There was an element of memories and nostalgia and ending as well as beginnings. He hadn’t lived in London for that long really but somehow just leaving a place made him experience deep emotions.

He found life generally boring, and had failed to hold down a job for longer than a few months. A sort of arrogance, petulance and inability to grow up really. The time had come to change and this journey was a cause for this to happen he hoped.

On departing from London, having all but forgotten about his experience the night before, he had read the paper and found an article that got him thinking. Parallel universes could exist. Jess always took interest in sensationalist science. The headline usually was much more exciting than the content, but on this occasion the content lived up to the headline. Physics was on the verge of breaking through with its understanding of how the Universe worked.

The train for this part of the journey was probably one of the oldest on the line, so there was a bit of swaying and a clickety-clack cliché performance. Jess seemed to be sitting in the part of the train that every now and then sunk like a rollercoaster and at the same time the storm was still raging. At times he thought the sway may go to far; tip him over the edge.

By the time the train had reached the Midlands Jess’s mood had become sullen and grey like the weather. He felt that someone had turned the colour off, it was misty and monochrome. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything and became hypnotised by the train track. Clickey clack Clickety clack Clickety clack……

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