Somewhere.
“Gertrude. Your father has sent me. What is it?”
“I wanted. No other asked me lately and dad said I could always. You can, can’t you?”
They were already underneath a few bridges through water.
“Yes. Your father and I have agreed long ago We will discuss things of importance.”
He was.
She was.
“Gertrude. Where are you?”
“I’ve had this dream Simmons.
“Okay.” He pictured.
“No.
“Is it”
“Yes. It must be then hmm?”
“Is it?”
Simmons thought. He could kind of.
“Gertrude. Does it happen night or day?”
“Well, clear as day, Simmons, I can see that it is night.”
“Ha. Very well. Clever Gertrude. Clear as day, you can see that it is night. What else are you leaving out of the picture?”
“No. Not on this night. But I do see.”
Simmons cleared his throat. “Mhmm. I see.”
“Definitely.”
Simmons paused. Then breathed deeply and clasped his hands. He knew what all of this meant. To her though, she wouldn’t know, maybe telling to Simmons about what it all meant. And he didn’t have the heart to tell her. He very well could, but wasn’t.
So, he left it at that, for then, after staring off for a bit. Then he looked, for the time being.
“Gertrude. how?” He already knew the answer.
“Forever.” She said.
“Well, do you want to leave it be?”
“Simmons. I know that by you saying that, you very well know what it means and that I haven’t got a clue. If you know more about me than I do. So don’t tell. But tell me please Simmons. Tell me something you know that I don’t.”
Simmons laughed a bit, so he applied more focus around him to allow himself to dance in possibilities that wouldn’t make sense to her.
“Well, were you?”
“No, far from it.”
“And you weren’t, were you?”
“No, I was not.” Gertrude got impatient. “Please, what are you telling me?”
Simmons clasped his hands once more and cracked his knuckles. “You, have a love that devours. Day by day. Hour by hour. This is. The only thing I can tell you for certain is that when you figure it out, the dream will haunt you and find you, until you accept the other half of the equation.”
Just then, they were under the sun shine and nothing shone. And everything got quiet, and bleak, and the darkness would shroud for minutes, for the tunnel was.
“Dear God.” Simmons shivered.
“What is it Simmons?” Gertrude asked.
“Based on the elements. And the deep shadow that has been cast for what seems like a lifetime and a half-”
“Yes, Simmons. What?”
“You will be searching, metaphorically, in the dark, until you go back. Because forth is downstream. The wrong way from there to here. And you’ll be carrying this. It will feel like. The weight of” he paused.
“what?” She asked in the dark.
Simmons suddenly thought. For all was eerily quiet and dark. They were in the time being.
“Listen.” He said. “Just, be careful. A storm is coming. With your name on it. Until the end of time.”
Mystery