A riddle
A riddle
Every morning you are given a package containing an item you end up needing that day. So far, he's found it to be a pleasant game, but he's getting scared.
Today at the barn door she found something unexpected, a note inviting her to the river, where she would find another warning.
The game expanded from receiving a daily detail to an unsolved puzzle.
The feeling of being spied upon becomes even stronger. As if something or someone was attentive to her needs or was in her brain and knew what she would need to complete some daily project.
But, she didn't go to the river, she was afraid to find as a continuation of the puzzle, a furtive encounter with her old love, whom she had taken out of her head and had died and buried by force of self-respect.
When she was calm and focused, she thought to herself, "Whoever is playing with me will get tired when calling off your plays."
From now on, I won't express any wishes out loud, I'll be more careful. Surely, whoever is having fun at my expense will get tired and abandon this way of getting my attention.
I think I broke the sequence, not going to the river sends a message: "I'm not interested in the game"
The fact is that it became stimulating and addictive to discover every day what would be the detail that would be received.
She had inadvertently become a puppet of some puppeteer who knew how to pull his strings and his mind kept wandering around looking for and finding out who could be the person who was disturbing his energy from being so present in his life. But, until now, she couldn't find out who it was, and deep down he was glad it was a mystery to feed his fantasy.
His only viable lead was that it was Ian. The river was the last place she saw Ian, but he disappeared when the Circus left quite some time ago. Some say he was hired, but no one knows for sure because he never said goodbye to anyone, not even to her who was more than a friend and little less than his girlfriend; the person who knew him best and vice versa. But, in the face of so much pain and bewilderment over his disappearance, she decided to believe him dead to finish that story.
Now, everything pointed to the fact that it could be him who had returned and was attracting her attention, and if that was the case, he was succeeding because now she could not live without the daily details and the challenge of receiving just what was necessary or what she expected.
It had been a period of time since the Circus had returned to the city, she knew it but didn't dare approach it.
Could it be that he thought she was ready to receive him and so he summoned her to the river?
Her life had become a riddle. Tomorrow she would go to the Circus, which would solve her doubts. She was going to solve the puzzle so as not to be a puppet, even though she fell in love with the game.
By Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero
28/02/2020
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A response by @mariannewest in Day 860: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt: barn door. If you are interested, find out here
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