Thomas Sable was a most distinguished writer that published works about the evils of the liberal population and their beliefs. So when his wife ran off with the leader of the hippies rioting outside his estate that February morning, his anger burned a most passionate blaze. Hurt and betrayed by whom he had thought was his greatest supporter, Thomas closed himself off in his house, away from the voices and the light of the world. He took his 9-iron and smashed his computer, then his television, his phone, and eventually, he cut the power lines to the house. He locked himself in the basement and sat on the floor. Thomas Sable was isolated from everything. He had returned himself forcibly into an era in which man was shrouded in darkness. He had put himself into a state much like a embryo in it's mother's womb. Thomas Sable needed to be reborn.
When night fell, the temperature dropped much lower than it should have that time of year in that particular part of the country. Thomas, encased in a number of blankets he had found, sat quietly in the darkness. His eyes saw nothing, his ears heard nothing, and his body, numb from the cold, felt nothing. The only sound he heard was his heart pumping as it got slower and slower, succumbing to the chill of the night. Thomas did not sit there without thought. While his heart was falling asleep, his brain raced for a reason. He searched for an explanation. Why? The simplest question but yet the most profound. Why was he here in this basement dying? Because his wife left him. Why? She didn't love him anymore and fell in love with the liberal freaks. Why? Because he was wrong? Why? Thomas Sable did not know why his wife had left him, a respectable, well-to-do man, for a fool dressed in dead flowers and so he continued to ask the question "Why?" till the cold eventually closed his eyes and his breathing got slower and eventually till he slumped onto the barren floor.
Thomas Sable stood on a barren ice field. The dark sky was illuminated by the light of the auras of the heavens. He eyed the stream and it's path as it went off toward the horizon. A single stream of light fell to the earth and it lit the ice a orange hue. He walked towards the falling light. As he got closer, he felt warmer and started to take off the coat he was wearing. A hundred yards closer, he threw off his sweater. When he was close to the light, he wore nothing, stark naked as the day he was born. The orange light illuminated his figure as it contrasted with the barren blue of the ice behind him. He stepped forward. A vision of himself sitting in the darkness pierced his mind. He looked down, the number 266 blazed red by his foot. He took another step forward and he was smashing his belongings with his 9-iron. A 265 marked his step. Each foot forward, a shard of his past flashed in his mind and a new number was seared the ground. Thomas stepped through his life's memories till he reached the number 1. His vision of his past for this number was only darkness. He looked down at the number. Breathing in, he lifted his head high and stepped into the light. The light hissed as it consumed him. His body began to char and crack. Thomas didn't let out a scream as if he was in pain. He didn't clutch his body in agony. Thomas Sable simply breathed out as his body simply turned to ash and flew off. toward the shining lights in the sky.
Thomas could not tell if his eyes were open. He stumbled around looking for the stairs. When he found them, he slowly ascended the steps, breathing heavily from the cold air. He unlocked the door and stepped out into the morning light. The light was pale against the white floors and the wall. Thomas headed slowly for the kitchen. He grabbed a kettle and filled it with water. He put it on the gas stove and waited patiently for the kettle to whistle. He poured himself a cup of the hot water and sat at the table. He took a sip and breathed out. Breathing in and out, again and again, Thomas Sable was glad he was alive as he stared at the cup and took another sip. The doorbell rang. He ignored it's cry as he looked out the window and fell asleep.
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