Chapter 2
The door opened and a man appeared. He had an old, weather-beaten and wise face. He smiled when he saw Fiona and said "Come in my child, I have been expecting you." Fiona stepped in and looked in bewilderment around the house. From the outside, the house looked normal but inside, the room was filled with many strange things. She saw things from the past like bows, arrows and stone tools and weapons. She saw things from the present like computers, guns and a collection of DVDs. She also saw many foreign objects in the room that she had never seen before. "This just gets stranger and stranger" she thought to herself.
"Yes it does seem strange doesn't it?" the old man asked bemusedly. "Wait, how did you know what I was thinking about? That's impossible!" Fiona blurted out unthinkingly. "Perhaps in your world. But in this world, anything can happen" the old man said with a twinkle in his eye. "Sit down, we'll talk about this over a cup of tea. Very good timing you have, the pot's freshly brewed," he said while leading her over to a table. On it, there was a teapot filled with tea and freshly buttered scones. "You are going to find this unbelievable but please try to understand" the man requested of Fiona before starting his story. The longer his story grew, the wider her eyes grew in wonder. The story continued on late into the night and by the time he had finished, it was past midnight and the food was gone.
When the story was over, Fiona had an important question to ask the old man. However, she thought it sounds silly so her worked up all her courage and asked "wait a minute, are you saying you're God?" "Yes my child, I am" the old man replied bemusedly. "But if you're God, and I'm here, does it mean I'm dead?" asked Fiona timidly. "I don't feel that I'm ready to die God, I have my whole life ahead of me". "Don't worry child, you're not dead. Your time has not time. No, I brought you hear for a different reason. I need you now to tell me you're story. Can you do that?" he questioned Fiona? "I think so" she replied. "I can't remembered what really happened but I'll tell you all that I can remember." She said hesitantly before her mind drifted.
Fiona returned to her childhood days, seeing herself as a child. "My dad didn't live with us. He left when I was still a child. My brother and I lived with my Mum. She was pretty okay to live with. But she met this guy and when he left her she was really upsets and fell into the habit of binge drinking. The house reeked of alcohol and the air was stuffy. I remember having friends home from school all the time. Playing in the garden, on the tire swing. But now, it's just me swinging. Alone. My brother was younger then me. He was never really affected by my mother's drinking. Since he couldn't have friends over, he went over to their houses instead. I think he was too young to understand what was really happening around him. For me, it was different. I always used to feel responsible for my mother's drinking. I thought, if only I could help around the house more.maybe she wouldn't get that depressed. I felt that it was my fault she was in this condition."
The door opened and a man appeared. He had an old, weather-beaten and wise face. He smiled when he saw Fiona and said "Come in my child, I have been expecting you." Fiona stepped in and looked in bewilderment around the house. From the outside, the house looked normal but inside, the room was filled with many strange things. She saw things from the past like bows, arrows and stone tools and weapons. She saw things from the present like computers, guns and a collection of DVDs. She also saw many foreign objects in the room that she had never seen before. "This just gets stranger and stranger" she thought to herself.
"Yes it does seem strange doesn't it?" the old man asked bemusedly. "Wait, how did you know what I was thinking about? That's impossible!" Fiona blurted out unthinkingly. "Perhaps in your world. But in this world, anything can happen" the old man said with a twinkle in his eye. "Sit down, we'll talk about this over a cup of tea. Very good timing you have, the pot's freshly brewed," he said while leading her over to a table. On it, there was a teapot filled with tea and freshly buttered scones. "You are going to find this unbelievable but please try to understand" the man requested of Fiona before starting his story. The longer his story grew, the wider her eyes grew in wonder. The story continued on late into the night and by the time he had finished, it was past midnight and the food was gone.
When the story was over, Fiona had an important question to ask the old man. However, she thought it sounds silly so her worked up all her courage and asked "wait a minute, are you saying you're God?" "Yes my child, I am" the old man replied bemusedly. "But if you're God, and I'm here, does it mean I'm dead?" asked Fiona timidly. "I don't feel that I'm ready to die God, I have my whole life ahead of me". "Don't worry child, you're not dead. Your time has not time. No, I brought you hear for a different reason. I need you now to tell me you're story. Can you do that?" he questioned Fiona? "I think so" she replied. "I can't remembered what really happened but I'll tell you all that I can remember." She said hesitantly before her mind drifted.
Fiona returned to her childhood days, seeing herself as a child. "My dad didn't live with us. He left when I was still a child. My brother and I lived with my Mum. She was pretty okay to live with. But she met this guy and when he left her she was really upsets and fell into the habit of binge drinking. The house reeked of alcohol and the air was stuffy. I remember having friends home from school all the time. Playing in the garden, on the tire swing. But now, it's just me swinging. Alone. My brother was younger then me. He was never really affected by my mother's drinking. Since he couldn't have friends over, he went over to their houses instead. I think he was too young to understand what was really happening around him. For me, it was different. I always used to feel responsible for my mother's drinking. I thought, if only I could help around the house more.maybe she wouldn't get that depressed. I felt that it was my fault she was in this condition."