PROLOGUE
The hot of the midday sun pierced him. He screwed his eyes skywards, trying to see the traces of cottony clouds amidst the light, and then looked down. It was all so high, bending over the rooftop. The buildings – sharp and broad at the top and vague and slim at the base. He leaned a bit more, moving his index finger over the rough colour-washed cavity on the boundary wall ,which looked like the painter never cared about the chunk of cement broken away and went over it. A car blew past on the road, miles down. A few more did. His four-year heart pounded along his right temple and insides churned at the glance of the grey metalled path on the earth. It was busy, full of pedestrians – some absent-minded, others alert and pushing. However, to him it looked calling - probably, inviting like a gentle lady. A trickle of sweat ran down his forehead as he gazed twenty-four storeys down at it. He pushed his palms against the brick boundary standing upright on his toes. For the next five minutes, his heart started to beat abnormally fast as if his brains have prepared an impulse –
'Peter!'
He came back flat on his feet, then turned – a bit scared and angry and irritated. Perhaps it was the sudden rush of so many emotions that made his intentions apparent for a while. Near the door of the roof, a dark-haired man in corporate attire and his forties glared at him. For a moment it seemed the man might come and slap him. Peter waited, then walked towards the man, and stopped a metre after he brushed him past, his face straight. Right then, his own impulse looked rather absurd, which had almost compelled him to something he would never have when he had his senses intact. So the man was well justified for the fury that was twitching his eyebrow as well as a corner of his mouth.
'Down to the car,' he asserted with gritted teeth, shoved his hand into the trouser's pocket and held aloft a bunch of keys without looking at Peter. Likewise, Peter clutched them and descended a few steps, then stepped into the elevator to the ground floor, watching the man frozen near the roof door lost in either of the two probable emotions of shock and concern.
As soon as the elevator door closed, he backed against it, thinking about the impulse which was making him sense the likes of a mentally retarded boy.
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