The Riddle

In his first moment of clarity, he saw it all. Everything was clear and apparent and every sense was being stimulated, at the forefront of his conciousness. He heard sounds, sounds louder than anything he had experienced before, yet not painful. Millions of different, small, fragments of pitches that combined to create a melody. A deep, sundering, thick and slow-burning melody. His eyes were closed, yet he saw dazzling colours and even his feelings and thoughts manifested themselves in front of his vision. His skin felt electrified and sensitive. Energy shot up his limbs and through his nerves. He wasn't physical anymore. He had finally solved it. The final riddle. The only riddle.

This was when the bullet fractured his skull.

Story by:

Louis Fourie

submitted at 2:00am

16 October 2008