It was a normal early spring afternoon. In the city, here and there, naked and shriveling trees were begging the sun for some heat…
Tired and absent minded, I went down to the subway station, trying to focus on the route I was going to take. I looked undecided at two options, since I had to change trains two times, each choice. I made up my mind as I was approaching the toll line…
There were few people on the platform. The train arrives. Unthinkingly, I get on. I find myself a corner where I can lean against the wall. I pass my eyes over the shitting little elephant shaped trinket that I had just hung of the zipper-lock of my coat. I get off in the station where I was to change trains. I feel more than I hear that my connection has already arrived. I run hastily and squeeze myself in the last moment, between the closing doors. I haven’t noticed, while running, that the little elephant unbound and fell down…
The moment it reached the floor – a marvelous floor of a coagulated blood red color with white and yellow spots, that were, in fact, the remains of millions of creatures that once enjoyed life, now captive in the bloody matrix – it turned into a little elephant in flesh and bones. He wasn’t more than a meter tall. His skin was lustrous white-grey, nacre like. On his head, in the area between the eyes and the ear base there was a sort of shiny tiara, looking like a net, and in its nodes there were sparkling gemstones; on its back there was a blue cloak. The little elephant started to walk at random. He was making eyes, gentle and inquiring, radiating a kind of matte light. The whole air in the station freshened, pervaded by a calm vibration. Never a subway station had been so aerated! The few people on the platform did not get afraid. They came near the little elephant and caressed him. He enjoyed it even more and walked slowly from one to another, as if inviting them to get acquainted. “I am the shitting little elephant. Who are you?” And he would cheerfully stretch his trunk, snuffling gently…
At one point, he saw the stairs and turned to them. He climbed them up in small jumps, gracefully jumped over the toll devices line, went along towards the exit and when he was touched by the sun light that was infiltrating from the subway door, pufffff! – he vanished! Behind him lingered a vibration of silence…
I got knowledge of all these next morning, reading in a tabloid an article called “A Stunning and Unprecedented Happening at the Subway Station”… I wasn’t there. I was galloping to catch the future…
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N.B. This story was inspired to me by a study during a Trainer course I took with Brainevo. Thank you, Mugur, thank you, Sorin!