GOD'S BREATH (Issue #3)

Of the variety merry and splendor that Hanns saw palatable to his ego and class was the need to invest in real estate. As a matter of wonder, divergent from many a counsel, he found some sort of intellectual amusement in investing in the areas that sane business men considered economic suicide. He looked at the very dejected of sectors and as deep as his pockets were, as much as his money could nurse he procured.

It was never the trivial of bother to Phinehas what his father owned and how much he spent. To him, the fidelity one owed to existence was never to be pegged on the materiality of any kind but of values; very well nurtured values whose execution saw those of others experience positive multiplicity. And if in any case an upsurge of materiality succeeded these values, then they were only to be seen as physical manifestations of the same; something he best described as by-products.

There was however one property that Phinehas adored. It was an old cabin that his old man grew up in. In a private forest upcountry, off a rarely traveled road the cabin silently lay. The interior was kept simple with portraits of Phinehas Senior, his grandfather, and few others of his grandmother. Two rocking chairs in front of the fireplace almost facing each other spoke much of the later lives of the now deceased couple; much enough to keep Hanns scared of visiting his former home.

As Phinehas approached the door to this cabin, he customarily knocked the door, knowing too well no one stayed there and that those who knew of it would never visit. Startlingly, shuffles of feet came from within. And as the sounds of the footsteps approached the door, mixed thoughts of fleeing, yelling, screaming or staying mashed up in his mind. Before he could make up his mind the door opened.

At first Phinehas took least of notice of his feature but his eyes whose pupils were green, yet blue at the same time. Then seconds later he seemed to be marvelling at his face. He so much struck a resemblance with him, though he was of brown shiny hair, and the skin seemed patronizing yet young. His smile made Phinehas feel peaceful, yet a little condemned though he did not know of what.

“Right on time Phinehas!” He declared in a strong and calm voice. Afraid to ask who he was, Phinehas looked backed in silence and smiled mildly. “Come in.” He urged. They both stepped in, with the stranger leading the way and Phinehas trailing behind, now about to make up his mind about fleeing.


The aura that surrounded the stranger was of an attracting kind. Phinehas felt so much that he had met him before, though he did not know where. He did not think of considering him a threat because he did not feel threatened. With all confidence he had he finally afforded to ask, “Have we met before sir?”

He turned and smiled, then said, “Of course son.” Phinehas implored further, “Where and When sir?” He sat on one of the rocking chairs and motioned Phinehas to take the empty seat beside. “Long time ago. Even before you took your first breath.”

(To be continued…)