![]() The Parable Of two MenA Story by CoffeeVampier
Two men sat in a room
across from each other at a table staring into the others eyes, then glancing
away to determine their fate. A stale sound rang through the otherwise empty
room only the noise to be heard was the inhaling and exhaling from the
existence of life. In the center of the table a glass of wine stood motionless,
being examined from half shut eyes in blinding white light. Hands twitched necks
a drip, sweat pouring down their chests breaths becoming heavy. Tension would have filled the room if
the dead space had not swallowed it whole. In
this room there was no way of entrance or exit, both men could not remember a
time before that moment in time. The two only knew of this room where they sat
staring at a poisoned cup. How they knew it was poisoned mattered not in the
madness of what they prayed was a dream they just knew there was no escaping
unless through death. Finally The Man on the Left lifted his hand as did The
Man on the Right. The two knew death was the only way out, ending in a
race to see who would be brave and quick enough to make their exit. The Man on
the Right was swift but not as quick as The Man on the Left who had been first
to snatch the cup up. The Man on the Left slipped the wine down his throat
before The Man on the Right had time to react and take it from him. The Man on the
left drank through shut eyes as the liquid raced down his throat. Once finished
drinking he laid the glass down exactly where he had picked it up from. The two
men smirked at each other for the other knew who had own. The Man on the Left
had been victorious, or so he thought. Both men started foaming at the mouth
and in unison started to choke. In attempt to look
the Man on the Right in the eye The Man on the Left knocked the table causing
the one glass to tip over and fall. In his last moments lying on the floor he
realized he had been staring into a mirror at his own reflection. The large
mirror hid the door that was clearly marked as an exit. His perception and
understanding of his world had deceived him for he never questions his life or
his surroundings which ultimately lead to his death. © 2016 CoffeeVampier |
StatsAuthor![]() CoffeeVampierCedar City , UTAboutPoet by trade master craftier at heart. Sinner and loser as a dark masked heart. Poetry by bleed and sun kills, walker preferred at night. A song writer in skill and a dancer on stage. Skorry by laugh.. more..Writing
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