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priscaTitle: Birthday (Kurdy's POV)
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith,
Words: 624
finished: 04.02.2017
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Satisfied Kurdy leaned back, smacking his lips. He actually didn't mind to be on the roads, alone, or together with Jeremiah. But every time he did come back to the Mountain after a more extended tour, he was eager to visit the cafeteria. Today a surprise had awaited him.
He hadn't expected that someone would remember his birthday. Though he should have known better. Erin knew all that was going on in the Mountain and she had decided to organize a party for him. Everyone was invited to come into the cafeteria for cake and coffee, real coffee. Kurdy couldn't remember the last time he had had some. There had been some small presents, too, candles, and a 'Happy-Birthday-Song.' Even if Kurdy had acted slightly grumpy at first because of the fuss Erin had made, deep inside, he had enjoyed it.
Until his eyes fall onto this small guy who was sitting alone at a table in the corner, obviously not very happy to be here. Smith was his name, Mister Smith. No first name. And as strange as his name was his behavior. People usually tried to stay out of his way.
And he couldn't blame them. No, he was not a danger; otherwise, Markus would have never allowed him to stay here, in the Mountain. But he could give everyone the creeps with the bullshit he talked about. Insisted, that God spoke to him, that he was his messenger. The mysterious prophecies he shared with everyone were hard to believe. In the best case, people laughed about him; in the worst he got beaten up.
Kurdy cursed inwardly, wished to be able to simply ignore him. It was his birthday party, and Smith could only ruin it. But it was not so easy. Because he owed him his life. Sighing, he gave in, stood up, and walked over to Smith's table.
"Hey, do you have fun," he asked, dropping down on the chair beside him.
Smith frowned as if he needed to think about these words.
"Fun? God told me to come here."
Goddamned shit, Kurdy cursed inwardly. "Maybe he wants you to relax a bit. This is a birthday party, you know, and it's supposed to be fun."
"Okay.If you say so. I don't know."
"What? You never celebrated your birthday?"
Smith shrugged. "I did, I guess. When I was a child. But I can't remember."
"That you were a child once? Or that you ever had a party?"
"Both. I don't have a history. Well, of course, I know, I have had parents, a home. Probably I went to school, played baseball with my friends. I guess, I also had birthday parties. But all this is wiped out. Everything that happened before the day I died."
"You ... what?" There it was again. Kurdy felt cold shivers running down his spine. Why the heck did he actually care? Smith had obviously lost his mind, and he was not the one who could help him. He had enough own problems to deal with. But not today. It was his birthday, and he wanted to enjoy it together with his friends, Jeremiah, Benny and Gina, he wanted cake and even more coffee, he wanted to laugh about stupid jokes. At least for some hours he didn't want to think about tomorrow and where the future would take him.
"I died," Smith repeated, forcing him back into reality. "But God wasn't willing to let me go. He brought me back to life." A sad smile sneaked over his lips. "It's good that you still can enjoy your birthday. But for me, the anniversary of my death is the only birthday I can remember. And, believe me, there is no reason to celebrate that."
Characters: Kurdy Malloy, Mr. Smith,
Words: 624
finished: 04.02.2017
:::
Satisfied Kurdy leaned back, smacking his lips. He actually didn't mind to be on the roads, alone, or together with Jeremiah. But every time he did come back to the Mountain after a more extended tour, he was eager to visit the cafeteria. Today a surprise had awaited him.
He hadn't expected that someone would remember his birthday. Though he should have known better. Erin knew all that was going on in the Mountain and she had decided to organize a party for him. Everyone was invited to come into the cafeteria for cake and coffee, real coffee. Kurdy couldn't remember the last time he had had some. There had been some small presents, too, candles, and a 'Happy-Birthday-Song.' Even if Kurdy had acted slightly grumpy at first because of the fuss Erin had made, deep inside, he had enjoyed it.
Until his eyes fall onto this small guy who was sitting alone at a table in the corner, obviously not very happy to be here. Smith was his name, Mister Smith. No first name. And as strange as his name was his behavior. People usually tried to stay out of his way.
And he couldn't blame them. No, he was not a danger; otherwise, Markus would have never allowed him to stay here, in the Mountain. But he could give everyone the creeps with the bullshit he talked about. Insisted, that God spoke to him, that he was his messenger. The mysterious prophecies he shared with everyone were hard to believe. In the best case, people laughed about him; in the worst he got beaten up.
Kurdy cursed inwardly, wished to be able to simply ignore him. It was his birthday party, and Smith could only ruin it. But it was not so easy. Because he owed him his life. Sighing, he gave in, stood up, and walked over to Smith's table.
"Hey, do you have fun," he asked, dropping down on the chair beside him.
Smith frowned as if he needed to think about these words.
"Fun? God told me to come here."
Goddamned shit, Kurdy cursed inwardly. "Maybe he wants you to relax a bit. This is a birthday party, you know, and it's supposed to be fun."
"Okay.If you say so. I don't know."
"What? You never celebrated your birthday?"
Smith shrugged. "I did, I guess. When I was a child. But I can't remember."
"That you were a child once? Or that you ever had a party?"
"Both. I don't have a history. Well, of course, I know, I have had parents, a home. Probably I went to school, played baseball with my friends. I guess, I also had birthday parties. But all this is wiped out. Everything that happened before the day I died."
"You ... what?" There it was again. Kurdy felt cold shivers running down his spine. Why the heck did he actually care? Smith had obviously lost his mind, and he was not the one who could help him. He had enough own problems to deal with. But not today. It was his birthday, and he wanted to enjoy it together with his friends, Jeremiah, Benny and Gina, he wanted cake and even more coffee, he wanted to laugh about stupid jokes. At least for some hours he didn't want to think about tomorrow and where the future would take him.
"I died," Smith repeated, forcing him back into reality. "But God wasn't willing to let me go. He brought me back to life." A sad smile sneaked over his lips. "It's good that you still can enjoy your birthday. But for me, the anniversary of my death is the only birthday I can remember. And, believe me, there is no reason to celebrate that."