When the world around me began to become smaller and smaller, golmak tried freezing himself at home. But one day, he got a message from a travel agency and he felt like it was time for him to leave the house and do something different.
The more he thought of finding his dad’s killer, the less he thought of doing it.
“The school of Ishiga awaits you. The forces are waiting for you. Whatever it takes to come here, just don’t die.”
He was so sure he knew he wanted to go. He packed his bags and took off. The first train took him out of his home town in Dubansk. He did not want to look back. For his next part of the journey he boarded a flight. The flight took him to Amsterdam. The third message that he received since he messaged back his willingness to join the trip took him to a small road side outlet in Amsterdam. The sign read, “Flo Florist – the Puritan Shop.” He went in, and there on the door stood an old man with two pairs of eyes that glowed like a light bulb. He was curious, anxious, and afraid of Golmak, he could clearly make out. For a moment, Golmak took a step back, as though, he told felt scared of the old man and his pair of well lit eyes.But then the man beckoned him, and smiled as though he knew his thought.
“Come, lad. We were waiting for you. Here you are the last person we were waiting for.””Err, you mean I am not the only one, you mean like we are on a trip with more people?”
“No, you aren’t. We have two more people with us, I mean a man and a girl. I must say you’re the youngest. Why would a trip have only one person. We are going from one point to another. Where is Ishiga? Do you know?”
“Somewhere in Japan, an island in Japan.”
“No, Ishiga is it’s own land. Ishi means rock or stone and ga is like we say, The Rock or stone.”
They went through a dimly lit hall, painted pale green and the rough walls had some odd pictures hanging from them. These walls were dripping at some places near the exit and soon he saw that the top of the roof was dripping at some point. While going out of the building he noticed that the door on the front was an exact replica of the door at the back. The door opened to a small garden. It had a lot of pots and plants were everywhere except on the small winding road to the gate.
“How far are we? Not far, I suppose. Are we taking a bus?”
The man looked back, adjusted his pointy, rugged, green hat and licked his lips while nodding his head..
” Naah…” He turned his gaze quickly to check the front of the road.
Without a word they kept walking through a plain road and up they went to the gate where they paused. A small green lantern was burning bright right in the middle of the day and the door was slightly ajar. Made of cast iron, it had a thick deep layer of rust that made it more brown than green.
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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