Three Can Keep A Secret by Graeme Wilson
Page 2 of 3 They proffered that he had been here all along, and that he was the cause,
while others claimed he was merely responsible for keeping the ghastly affair
going. Get rid of the observer and then there is nothing to observe. Believing,
they, that all was a bizarre experiment in which the observer is intricately a
part.
Some did gather, to take it upon themselves, to decide upon an end to the
matter. The solution they did decide was to ask the man to leave, to tell him
he was not welcome, and that his observations would no longer be tolerated. A
spokesman was appointed to talk to the observer, and so it was set in motion.
This group which numbered many, did approach this man who again stood
observing. They did form around him a circle, aiming to obstruct his view. And
the spokesman stood before him, clearing his throat in mock-importance he'd
taken upon himself. But the attention he sought was not gained, the observer
unmoved. It was as though he looked right through them, with eyes still focused
upon the three. There was a murmur within the crowd that this was perhaps a
weird joke and he who stood before them was a blind, deaf, mute, who actually
was aware of nothing that may be going on around, lost instead in deep
contemplation on matters known only to him.
Without attention gained, the spokesman started anyway, to explain what had
been decided, and that it was requested that the observer take his leave. All
through this speech, which lasted several minutes, no indication was given that
what was said was heard. The observer's eyes never wavered from whence they
watched, nor did his breathing change, if he did indeed breath, if he as in
fact alive and not some lifelike mannequin so-placed and moved about by some
unseen mad trickster.
There was a long silence, of many minutes so it seemed. Then without warning
the eyes of the observer changed focus, just perceptively and came to stare now
deep into the eyes and soul of the spokesman. A slight gasp in unison was head
from those forming the circle, while the jaw of the spokesman dropped, his face
a mask of fear. It was as though he had seen deep inside himself some would
say.
Then as they stood in shocked silence, the observer for the only time spoke,
"I came to observe;" the words slow and emphatic, although virtually no change
in tone. With those words said he suddenly moved, walking slowly and
deliberately towards the three, his gaze again fixed upon them.
The circle parted to let him pass, curiosity making them forget their
demands. No one, as far as is known, had ever gone so close to the space
occupied by the three. But now this observer approached closer, step-by-step.
When he was as close as he seemingly could be without crossing the boundary he
stopped and turned to face the crowd.
The corners of his mouth appeared to hint in a slight smile, that he knew
something they did not. Those gathered there waited in anticipation, for the
observer seemed about to speak. Some perhaps though he would enlighten them,
let them in on the secret, to which he surely knew. Some moments they did wait,
in silence. Then they all became observers to something, which to this day has
never been explained. The observer began to fall backwards, but as he did he
disappeared from view, an impossible perspective. Next Page Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 Graeme Wilson, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines.
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