Clean Slate: Future encounters

Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

I did receive a letter coming from an unknown source. The letter states there that he wanted me to meet him in a certain resto within our home town. I didn’t hesitate of thinking of going there. I did felt the eagerness to go along with this letter even though I didn’t know the sender.

resto

It was Sunday afternoon, went to the said resto and upon entering I did noticed a certain man wearing a navy blue shirt, will groomed, who seems older than me and face seem so familiar. He was looking at me. I slowly went up to him, and asked him if he was the one who sends the letter, and he did say yes. He invited me to sit down. The waiter handed me the menu and him as well. While looking at this, my mind swirling of what this man wants. I am telling to myself how stupid am I of going there without getting into details of why he did wanted me to go there. After a minute, he slowly put down the menu, and called the waitress. He asked me what I wanted to eat, and I just told him; “anything”. No words, swirling thoughts suddenly roaming around my mind, and the only word just came from my lips was just “anything”.  We were engulfing in silence, and when I got the guts to ask. He suddenly started to talk.

“You might be curious of why did I ask you to come here, despite of a seemingly unknown sender. If I may ask, didn’t you hesitate of going here?” said the man.

“I didn’t, for some reason I did felt that I needed to come here.” An answered I did gave him.

“Will said, on this day I don’t need to tell you who I am, but let me see your hand” politely asked by him.

“For what reason?” I asked.

“I just needed to see it.” Said by him.

                I did give him my hand; I was thinking he might want to see my palm lining, and guess of what does my future holds.

“Ah, he better not be. I guess he is not that type of a fortune teller for some reason.” That’s what I thought.

However, upon letting my hands towards him, he suddenly holds my hand so tight. I was so shocked on the moment he holds it. I wanted to speak at that instant, and asked him what his doing was. However, I feel strange. My mind seems twirling, and some vision suddenly entering unnoticed in my vision. Black, gray, white colored seems to fill my mind. In a second, I was suddenly standing in front of a house.

western house

                “What the…! We’re am I” I asked myself curiosity and amazement.

                A little guy suddenly went running in front of me, asking me to come inside their house. My heart bits fast since I don’t know what was really happening. I asked the child, but no words coming from him, only a silent smile. The house seems a western style, but when I got inside their home it was different. There you could see a typical cultural Japanese house; in the center were some ornaments and plants. The designed was quite magnificent that I felt that it was my home. My dream home. The child was still holding my hand gently. He then told me “I will let you see my room.”

roomth2th

                I did a few steps toward this door. The child slowly slides the door, and there I saw a picture frame with a nature. It seems his parents were somehow very cultural in a way that his furniture from his room was made out of wood. Not only just a wood, but a very high quality wood that it’s hard to break. A long lasting one. His bed was also the same. Beside his bed were flowers, carefully designed and will crafted. In front of his door, was another sliding door…A few steps from his bed, he did let open this door, and there I saw some ornaments and some plants that will take care of. This child, at very young age he was being taught how to be an environmentalist. I was very happy in this welcoming feeling that this child was showing to me. He didn’t spoke so much word, but I did feel that this kid was something special to me. From my amazement, I didn’t notice that this kid was calling at me, asking me if I could hug him. From this moment, I didn’t know what to say and did tell him… “of course, you could.” I hug him so tight that my heart was bursting from happiness.”

                On that second, I did came back from my reality. The man was sitting in front of me was still there and told me, “I already did my part.”

                “What was that all about?” I asked him.

                “That was your future. That child was your grandchild. He did wished to see her grandmother, and I did it for him.” Answered by him.

                I was filled with my curiosity and happy that for some reason I saw my grandchild.

                (This story was being made up by me in order to create a story for my Daily Post as a requirement, and made a short story in relation to their theme today.)

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