Dum Spiro Spero ★

Description

While I breathe, I hope.

Foreword

As we sit here, we notice a flicker in the television from our peripheral view. Being as we are all human, we are curious. We are all hungry for knowledge and insight. So, we flick our eyes to the object to scope out the situation. With just that quick glace, we learn that the picture box is indeed flashing. Turning our heads to view the scene, the images flashing across the screen are too grainy and distorted to make out any real detail. At this point, our curiosity is further piqued, we get closer to the apparatus, trying to make out the scene playing before us.

As we sit closer to it, we wonder why we don't hear any kind of static. Isn't that odd? For some of us, we do not dwell on the unknown, we just continue to wait for the picture to clear and anticipate the next scene to take place. And for the others, we start to grow anxious. Asking more questions. Getting no answers. Then reverting to denial to veil the unease our stomachs suffer.

For those of us who are waiting for the image, we start to blend together a concoction for a story. We are witnessing a small concrete room with an old sligtly rusting metal bed in the middle. We are just barely able to make out the bedding drapped on the mattress. And soon, there is a lump to notice between the bed linen and mattress. To make our stories interesting, we put a body there. A body of a young female would be most delightful. And soon we start to develop a twist in the plot.