Waiting for Rescue
A rope is slowly lowered towards him. A thin rope, more like a string, with something attached to it. After years of waiting for rescue deep down in the well, he’s nearly as light as a feather. Still, this device doesn’t look like something that could support his weight. There’s a tin can attached to the end of the string. The person above seems to be signalling for him to speak into the tin can. It’s a string phone.
Take me up.
How come?
So i can see the light of day.
It’s best you stay down there. And for me to stay up here. So much has changed since you last saw this place that you wouldn’t like it.
So you’re not gonna take me up?
This way we can better preserve our integrity. I’ve brought you food and water.
There’s water down here. And as for food, i don’t need any. As long as you’re being fed up there it means i survive down here. You said it yourself last time.
Right. It’s me who needs nourishment.
Yes, and it’s here that you come seeking nourishment. You want to learn but what is it you want to learn?
You’re the last part of us not trying to impress others or take over the world. You don’t need the world. That’s what I want to learn.
i want to see this world that you speak of.
You haven’t seen the size of the monsters roaming earth lately. The vulnerable little you will get crushed under the machinery. We all need you more than ever.
But you need me to stay down here?
Yes.
Can you at least visit more often?
I will. But I have to go now.
i want flowers. Can you bring me some dahlias next time?
Silence prevails. He submerges the tin can in the water at his feet. He takes a sip. He’s already forgotten the short visit.
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