We are walking down the sandpath. People are walking amused by the nice weather to the left and right of me.
"Is this a nice spot?"
"Sure", I reply. With some hestitation father gets the picknick carpet out of the bucket and spreads it on the grass, in the shadow of a nice tree. He puts down the bucket, and takes out the jam and butter. Suddenly he passes out. "Dad?" There comes no reply. "Dad!?" Again, I do not receive an answer. "Daddy! What's wrong?!" A long, sharply colored wasp flies right in front of me. As straight as a statue, I keep standing.
With a whack the door slams. "Vince!" I hear from upstairs.
"You are home! How was your day?"
"Meh, kinda hard"
"There was a Volvo from the museum with motor damage. Very hard to restore."
I hear my own voice coming from the background: "Hello! Hello! Lorre!"
"Has Siti been fed yet?"
"No, the food is used up. I was just about to leave for the pet shop."
With a kiss I greet her, after that she walks out the door. I really love Natasja. How could I live without her? Plumped on the bench, I look at the picture of me and my father. Still I get emotional seeing it. And it was 27 years ago... Still I fear wasps. Still I'm not cured from my childhood trauma.
A catterpillar is creeping. Suddenly, he looks back. He is looking at the duck right behind him. The duck croaks indignantly. The catterpillar gets mad. It bursts slowly, releasing a bright white light. When the light has finally faded, there is no catterpillar anymore. Only a long, sharply colored wasp. The duck is schocked, and falls down his nest.
The alarm clock rings. Still half sleeping I look at the clock. 6:00? Damn, I got to get up again. While leaving the house, I hear a strange sound behind me. I look behind me, but I can't see anything weird. I look up, and see Jack. "Damn it! Get off there! What the heck are you doing on my roof?!"
"Oh... Hi Vince... I didn't know you get up that early..."
"Yes, that's because you are always still sleeping in that box of you when I leave my house, stupid! I'm so fed up with it now! I'm going to declare you to the police!"
"Come on, we are friends, right?"
I roll my eyes. "Pfft... friends. You should just find a job, slacker!"
"Yes yes, find a job. Just leave now!"
"First get off that stupid roof!"
"Okay okay..." he murmurs. He hobbles half drunk to one side of the roof.
"Yes yes..." He hobbles a bit faster. All of a sudden, a yell is heard. He slips and falls off the roof. I'm astonished. I run to him. "JACK!" But it is too late. No reply. No movement. No life.
Déjà vu. I've seen this before... No, I didn't. I haven't seen a thing before. I'm innocent. I know nothing.
The catterpillar is walking through a nice colored field with a bear. It is a quiet walk, untill the dam breaks. The catterpillar tries to flee, while the bear refuses. He wants to save the owl, who needs help. The bear runs towards the owl. But he bumps against a wasps nest. A long, sharp colored wasp comes out of it. He is angry and stabs the bear to death.
Ah... weekend... finally. I enter the lift. I press button four. The lift goes up. I get out and walk to the right. I walk down the passage and look at the decorations. I actually do not think they are pretty. I look to the left. 202, 204, 206, 208; Jack Dirkson. I am there. I press the bell. I wait for a while, then the door opens.
"Wow, you are early."
"Ten minutes..." I say.
"Yes, that's early, right?"
"It's what you call early."
"Come inside", Jack says while walking inside the room
"Hey, new carpet."
"Yes, I thought it was about..."
A very loud alarm is heard.
!", shouts Jack.
"What is happening?" I ask.
We run out of the room, and are going to the emergency exit, when we are hearing a yell for help from behind us.
"A sea of fire!" I hear Jack shout.
...Sea of fire?...
Sea... of... Fire?
"I've got to save her!" I hear from beside me.
"Don't do it! We have to get out of here! Now! You won't survive it yourself!" My voice is like a motor making overspeed.
"I'm not going to let anyone die in front of my eyes!"
"Me neither! Come!"
He neglects me and runs to the room surrounded by flames.
"Jack, don't do it!"
My voice bounced back like a ball against a wall. The ceiling is coming down right above Jack's head. After five seconds falling it hits Jack's head, in slowmotion blood splatters fly in every direction. "JACK!
!" But there is no Jack anymore. There is stone. My legs run both in another direction. One towards Jack, the other towards the emergency exit. But my head wasn't there anymore to lead them. No... I have to get out. But what about Jack? I will be squashed myself! With a feeling of guilty and chaos in my head I run towards the emergency exit.
I swear... I saw this coming...
The sea of flames. Did I have some kind of vision? I don't really believe in that kind of stuff. But it really seemed so. Then what did it mean? Sea of flames, for the flood, I guess.
The long, sharp colored wasp... Death.
The bear? I guess it's Jack, he was the one getting stabbed. Yes, it must have been Jack, he has the perseverance of a bear.
The catterpillar? ... I must have been that.
The catterpillar is walking together with a dog. They are having fun, and aren't paying attention anymore. Suddenly a long, Sharp colored wasp flies in the mouth of the dog. The dog struggles for his life, but falls down to the ground and thousands of wasps flie out of his body.
Huh? Oh damn! Again! What was this? Ok, so I'm the catterpillar... Dog? I think it must mean something... What is a dog? Damn, I don't know. Suddenly a wasp comes in. A planned action? Or an accident? No! This can't happen again! Can I stop it? Or is this dream just fake? Ugh...
"What's wrong?" Natasja ask at the breakfast table.
"Oh, I thought so, you are looking so musing."
"I was just thinking about something"
"Okay. Shall we finally go to the shopping mall this afternoon?"
It is afternoon. We are on our way to the shopping mall. What a beatiful weather. It sure is a nice day.
"And, are you also going to buy anything?" asks Natasja
"Well, you could use something new"
"Well... clothes. Or a wig, haha"
Laughing she runs away. Giggling I see her reach the cross-roads.
! We are having fun! And a dog is faithful, like Natasja! And it happens when not expected... She's gonna die!
"Haha! Nice try!"
"I swear it! Stop!"
She just keeps running. Fast Vince! Think!
"I am cheating on you!"
"WHAT?" Like transformed in a statue she keeps standing right in front of the cross-roads.
She was just about to turn around, when a truck crashes at full speed on the cross-roads. It turns over, and over, and over, and catches fire.
The butterfly is flying, together with the same dog. They are having fun, like usual. But then a long, Sharp colored wasp appears. His eyes are sparkling, and at full speed he reaches for the butterfly. But the butterfly provokes. He is not scared. He just stays at the same place. The wasp loses speed slowly, losing his color. Just before the butterfly it falls into pieces.
The alarm clock rings again. Huh? Again? Who was that butterfly?
Me. The wasp is dead.