Woke up extremely early this morning from the thunderbolts & lightning and the sounds of heavy rain. After checking that the basement was still dry (two basement floods in 3 years leaves one with a little water paranoia), I returned to bed and tried to go back to sleep.
Thoughts drifted, while sleep remained distant,and I found myself thinking of watching a movie in a theater.Something I haven't been able to do in years. And just like that I found myself sitting in a empty movie theater. On the screen was a film noir type that heavily featured voice over narration. Murders have already taken place and the characters were in the middle of trying to figure out "who?,with what? and whose next?". The narrator accompanying their every action. Often stating a line that then the character on screen would immediately repeat :
NARRATOR :"Sam wondered aloud ' what could have done this type of damage to the woman's face?"
cut to-
Sam-" What could have done this type of damage to the woman's face?"
At first ,the characters didn't respond directly to the narration.It wasn't readily apparent whether the voice was just a single characters inner monologue or an external voice providing commentary on their collective lives. Could one character hear the commentary about another? But soon it became clear. Every one could hear The Voice,at all times. And they acted as if this was completely normal.Occasionally and subtly acknowledging it's presence. But in moments of frustration, a character would become argumentative with the narrator :
Character -"STOP REPEATING EVERYTHING I'M SAYING"
The Voice-" I'm not repeating everything you are saying...I'm repeating everything you are ABOUT to say"
It becomes apparent that the voice is external to the characters. And it's dialogue slowly indicates that it may not be up to any good.
This voice is not the author of the story working out their text. It's been a part of these character's lives from the beginning and remains there to their end
And on that note,The Voice says calmly as could be -" Sam stood over the body, examining the gruesome details with intense scrutiny of this poor unfortunate soul's remains. Wondering to himself ,sadly, about the victim's final moments alone and afraid. Not realizing that in less than 17 and a half minutes he too would be dead"
Sam-"WHAT?!?"
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