MOMENT IN TIME

There he stood, in the middle of the mechanical room, with silence floating in the rustic air and pollution. He had made it this far and was determined to proceed, so families could see the sun, that families could sit by the crisp window and enjoy a warm drink, so families could embrace the sweet smelling spring of this world and so that children could sing and church bells would ring, louder than the birds echoing tweets and... for his family.

It was laid upon him, like a fresh blanket, this outdated world would step into the future and BREATH, it was all or nothing! 

He stepped back and exhaled the metallic air, which left a trail of fog in the damp, cold room. The man stepped up to the wooden piano, host to a colony of splinters, and played. He knew one wrong note and he would be snatched from under the raider, being beaten by a ghastly monster. This sent a shiver down his spine, twitching his hands during the process. Moments later, he struck the first key beginning his melody. The man called it his “Last Resort”, for this moment and this moment only. He played the song for twelve minutes, in search for the answer from the rusted cogs above his wondering head. The cogs broke free of the antique rust and slowly rotated. He stopped, wondering if he broke the curse. To end his curiosity, he walked outside and saw a light bursting down on him and children singing, church bells rung and families were together. In the distance a small child (with light blue eyes glistening in the luminous sun and brown thick hair), exclaiming,” you did it, who are you?” The man with a lightened tone answered “I’m...”

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