This particular story begins with the scene passing by very quickly, so our hero of this story, without knowing, as is the pattern with this man, unknowingly stepped inside:
He found himself walking along a pathway near a sea and suddenly felt the grade of the pathway moving against him. And ahead of his path he saw a small bridge, and atop that small bridge was a small boy. In-between our hero’s steps the boy jumped backwards, spinning twice, as fast as eagles kill prey, into the sea. He landed with his arms outstretched as they hit the water, without a splash, between two huge rocks.
The boy screamed up to the man, “Some days I wish they were closer together.”
“The rocks?” our hero asked.
“Some days I wish they were touching each other and I’d try to slip down a hidden fissure, somewhere. I still believe I’ll find it one day. It’s in my dreams. I’ve jumped off this bridge every day, as far ago in the past as I can remember. It’s everywhere for me, it’s everything, I never let a moment pass, this dive between two different yet similar rocks.”
The man became aware that a scene was waiting for him, and sprang off the bridge. He cleared his eyes after impact and spun himself up-side down and right-side up as he followed the colors of the tropical fish.
Back at the optometrist’s office, our hero, rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and screamed, “I can see it all!”
The End
