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LJ Idol Week 5 entry
Apr. 14th, 2014 11:24 pmAs the sirens cut the thick air high above the laurel forest, Mr. Hitaro stood near the glass walls that were his windows. “The last ones will be leaving now.”
Jameson approached Hitaro, his hands folded behind his slender back. Mr. Hitaro lowered his eyes on the running feet there down in the sand, bodies leaping onto boats, arms that were paddling, others had motorboats, some were swimming. “Foolishness.” spoke Hitaro, stretching the “o” almost unbearably for Jameson. “They will wish they had never left. Who leaves a place like this?”
Jameson left this question unanswered as Hitaro seldom expected any answer. Corona Island was hosting its farewell gathering and in a few hours, every grain of sand, every tree trunk with its lush green leaves would be down on the ground of the sea.
“Your helicopter is ready, Mr. Hitaro. It is necessary to leave in one hour at the latest, sir.” Mr. Hitaro turned to him. “Don’t be as foolish as them, Jameson, and don’t think you might fool me.” Jameson shook his head. “I won’t.”
He felt the uncomfortable sensation of increasing heat rising up his body and he rubbed his neck for relief. Jameson knew that just a few minutes ago, the air-conditioning system had failed. The overheated nucleus had destroyed the cooling chambers much faster than he had anticipated. Hitaro turned around, the first fine pearls of sweat on his chin. Jameson had never seen him sweating, not when playing tennis, not even in the most blistering heat in the middle of summer. “What I gave them, no one has ever given them before.” Hitaro wiped his forehead with an embroidered tissue he took from his elaborate black jacket. “The nucleus has all the power to let us live here with endless sources of energy. Stupid and ignorant are those who put up unnecessary efforts, when there is one way that is so much more efficient, so much more intelligent than the others?” Hitaro smiled, but Jameson recognized more sweat on his chin and the little red lines in his black and white eyes.
“Now they are leaving, they are all leaving. Where is their thankfulness, their will to endure those times and wait for the better ones? Should I keep them as my hostages?” Jameson saw the blue water in the distance. It was calm and only distracted by the boats represented by white and coloured dots that became smaller and smaller as he watched them. Now he could feel the heat under his feet. “Meltdown” was the word that made the first people leave, they went silently, followed by others, almost imperceptible.
“You may leave as well if you wish, Jameson.” Mr. Hitaro slowly walked back to his desk, sat down slowly to bury his face in his suntanned hands.
Jameson had just seen the last boat turn into a small yellow blob on the sea. He took off his jacket and threw it on one of the luxury leather stools. He wondered what they would look like in the moment of explosion.
“I might.” replied Jameson.
Then he sat down and waited for the light.
Jameson approached Hitaro, his hands folded behind his slender back. Mr. Hitaro lowered his eyes on the running feet there down in the sand, bodies leaping onto boats, arms that were paddling, others had motorboats, some were swimming. “Foolishness.” spoke Hitaro, stretching the “o” almost unbearably for Jameson. “They will wish they had never left. Who leaves a place like this?”
Jameson left this question unanswered as Hitaro seldom expected any answer. Corona Island was hosting its farewell gathering and in a few hours, every grain of sand, every tree trunk with its lush green leaves would be down on the ground of the sea.
“Your helicopter is ready, Mr. Hitaro. It is necessary to leave in one hour at the latest, sir.” Mr. Hitaro turned to him. “Don’t be as foolish as them, Jameson, and don’t think you might fool me.” Jameson shook his head. “I won’t.”
He felt the uncomfortable sensation of increasing heat rising up his body and he rubbed his neck for relief. Jameson knew that just a few minutes ago, the air-conditioning system had failed. The overheated nucleus had destroyed the cooling chambers much faster than he had anticipated. Hitaro turned around, the first fine pearls of sweat on his chin. Jameson had never seen him sweating, not when playing tennis, not even in the most blistering heat in the middle of summer. “What I gave them, no one has ever given them before.” Hitaro wiped his forehead with an embroidered tissue he took from his elaborate black jacket. “The nucleus has all the power to let us live here with endless sources of energy. Stupid and ignorant are those who put up unnecessary efforts, when there is one way that is so much more efficient, so much more intelligent than the others?” Hitaro smiled, but Jameson recognized more sweat on his chin and the little red lines in his black and white eyes.
“Now they are leaving, they are all leaving. Where is their thankfulness, their will to endure those times and wait for the better ones? Should I keep them as my hostages?” Jameson saw the blue water in the distance. It was calm and only distracted by the boats represented by white and coloured dots that became smaller and smaller as he watched them. Now he could feel the heat under his feet. “Meltdown” was the word that made the first people leave, they went silently, followed by others, almost imperceptible.
“You may leave as well if you wish, Jameson.” Mr. Hitaro slowly walked back to his desk, sat down slowly to bury his face in his suntanned hands.
Jameson had just seen the last boat turn into a small yellow blob on the sea. He took off his jacket and threw it on one of the luxury leather stools. He wondered what they would look like in the moment of explosion.
“I might.” replied Jameson.
Then he sat down and waited for the light.
