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Our Undying Autumn: Conversations Concerning the Truth of Being
Our Undying Autumn: Conversations Concerning the Truth of Being
Our Undying Autumn: Conversations Concerning the Truth of Being
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A Collection of Conversations Concerning the Truth of Being.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 1, 2018
ISBN9789528003045
Our Undying Autumn: Conversations Concerning the Truth of Being
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Aleksi Karvonen

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    Our Undying Autumn - Aleksi Karvonen

    Our Undying Autumn

    Contents & Author's Note

    Jack

    Rebecca

    Mia

    [unknown]

    Thomas

    Stephen

    Copyright

    Contents & Author's Note

    Our Undying Autumn

    ~

    Conversations Concerning

    the Truth of Being

    *

    Jack

    Rebecca

    Mia

    [unknown]

    Thomas

    Stephen

    *

    Author's Note:

    Eavesdropping.

    Jack

    Jack

    *

    I was in the kitchen, preparing the coffeemaker when I heard the doorbell. After putting the last spoonfuls in and clicking the maker on, I turned and walked to the door. For some reason I lingered there for a few moments, thinking if this was such a good idea after all, but then reached for the handle and pulled the door open, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man standing in the hallway. He was holding a case of beer, smiling wide, though with a glint of sadness in his eyes. I greeted him;

    Jack, please, come on in. Glad you came.

    The man stepped in and laid the case next to the door, then began taking off his dripping-wet leather jacket. A small puddle of water formed on the floor, and upon noticing this he said;

    Man how it is raining outside – and the forecast promised sun!

    I had stepped back, leaving room for him to take off his jacket and shoes. After he had finished I smiled and extended my hand. He looked at me for a moment, then grabbed my hand with his own, considerable larger hand. We shook hands, hanging on the grip for a few judging seconds, looking at each other. I let go and motioned for him to step further into the livingroom.

    Take a seat, please.

    I pointed at one of the old, cushioned chairs I had owned for quite some time. He stopped and looked about the room, seemingly unsure about the situation. I asked if something was wrong, and he replied;

    No, doc, nothing. It's just – well. Mind if I crack open a beer?

    I answered with a smile;

    I have coffee, but sure, if you prefer your own drinks, I don't mind.

    Jack walked back to his case and took a beer, saying;

    Thanks doc, maybe I'll take coffee later. You don't want one?

    I politely declined. He shrugged, lifted the case, then walked back and sat down. The chair underneath him shifted and creaked, and for a second I wondered if it could withstand his considerable weight. He laughed as he noticed my worried expression;

    Looks like these things aren't exactly designed for people like me, huh?

    I smiled and said, adjusting my glasses;

    I'm sure larger people have sat on that chair. Not taller or stronger, but...

    I felt a sudden surge of cold wave through me as if I'd said something too inappropriate of my clients – but then the feeling passed when I remembered this man wasn't a client. He was a friend – of sorts.

    *

    I excused myself and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. As I poured the steaming black liquid from the pan, I heard Jack's deep voice from the livingroom.

    Nice apartment you got here. Is this the place where you have your, you know, sessions or whatever?

    I walked back and sat down on one of the chairs opposite to him, laid the cup on the table between us and leaned back.

    Yes, Jack, you could call this my office. I don't spend much time here outside of work, except... well, during times like these. I shifted my position and added; Sometimes you need little space for yourself, don't you agree?

    He took a sip of beer and let out a small laugh.

    You got that right doc. He waved around and continued; I got my own space too – well, I got my own space everywhere, as the streets are just as my own as my crappy apartment. Don't get me wrong doc, that's the way I prefer things – and before you ask, no, still haven't married, don't have a house with a white picket fence, don't even have a girl... at least at the moment.

    He stopped, and when I said nothing, continued still;

    But I'm not here as a case to be cracked for you, right? You didn't call to just to get to know me, so why are we here exactly? He paused, then quickly added; Don't get me wrong doc, maybe I should've visited earlier, maybe we shoulda spoke sooner, but-

    I interrupted him.

    It's all right Jack – and please, do call me Steve.

    He drank his beer empty, then looked at me for a while before answering.

    Hmm... nah. Doc is good, doc. Let's keep it at that, okay?

    I nodded and leaned in to taste my coffee. It was still quite hot.

    *

    I looked outside through the western window. Jack was right, the forecast had indeed promised sun, but here in Whitend I had grown accustomed to these odd, sudden changes in weather a long time ago. I had hoped for a good weather, of course, as it tends to have a surprising amount of sway on peoples' mood – when the sun shines, so does the mind, and things just tend to go smoother in general. There was nothing I could do about it, so I had to make do with what I'd been given. I was about to began, having gone through my mental preparation when Jack interrupted my thoughts, apologizing for some reason;

    Sorry doc, I- shit. You know it's nothing personal, but still... He stopped, then suddenly continued, asking; How's your shoulder man?

    With a semi-conscious act I touched my still tender left shoulder and answered;

    Still aching a lot, to be honest, but painkillers help alleviate the pain.

    Jack looked away and continued, in a quiet voice;

    Yeah, it sure wasn't that long ago, I know from personal experience those kinda things take a long time to heal. He took another beer from the case. So anyway, what's this about, exactly? You wanna ask some questions of Dan? Don't you have access to police files, medical records or something, you being a doc and all?

    I looked at him straight and said;

    Look, Jack, it's not that. I have dug up enough plain facts already - I want to hear your point of view – you knew him far better than me or Mia did.

    The rain kept patting the window outside and thunder rumbled in a distance. Jack adjusted his position in the chair, sighed and began;

    "Alright man, where should I even begin... before I start, I didn't know – well, I

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