Hysteria's Call, Part 2

Alrighty, second instalment of "Hysteria's Call". Certainly full of underlying meanings and what not.

I'll run through the list of themes which I considered for this narrative once I'm done with the entire narrative.

This instalment starts off where the previous instalment left us. For those of you who are slightly lost "in the rain", be sure to clarify and check back to the previous part of the narrative.

In the meantime, here goes...


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Moist carpets and frayed curtains fringed the interior of the small cafe which the man arranged for the meeting and if not for the torrential storm that was raging wildly, this cafe would be a place where people usually “watch the world go by”.

Even the waiters and cafe staff seem affected by the continuous outburst of the storm as they scurried around quickly, darting from table to table, serving the seemingly large number of customers, some of whom had no choice but to seek refuge in this “fancy establishment”.

The man didn’t seem to care about his surroundings nor the increasingly heavy downpour that was happening outside, even though he was drenched up to his kneels and his hair slightly displaced.

He was ushered by his regular waiter to his usual seat, into the room that was usually reserved for high profiled guests and diners; they had it well prepared. And as soon as the man sat down, no more than 3 waiters gilded into the room and awaited his barking orders.

Of course, he was a regular at this fancy cafe, but being the high profiled personnel he is in society and some say even in the world, he would expect no less than the treatment he was getting.

“...and our chef’s special for today is the...”

God damn it, where the hell is she, he glanced nervously at the door, as if expecting someone to suddenly open and join him in the midst of his wait.

“...would you like to have some caviar to accompany you wait you wait, sir?”

With a simple gesture and a flick of the wrist, everyone left the room, except of course, the man. That was all he had to do for some quiet time alone and some even say that he can make high ranking directors crawl on all fours with a snap of the fingers; rumours which are of course, largely denied by the man himself.

Certainly, this was not ordinary appointment as the man pushed back his cuffs to reveal an exquisite time piece, which ranged in the hundred thousand region of value, neatly rested upon his right wrist.

However, no time piece no matter how exquisite would make its owner happy so as long as it showed the actual time and served its function; people tend to be deceptive and selective of their perceptions.

And certainly, the man is of no exception and he hated the fact that she was already running late.

Yes, the man has heard of the presence and has come to the knowledge of the signs, but as with the majority of the masses, tend to classify the matter as “superstition” and more often, blather-talk.

But what he doesn’t know that these so called, signs, exist in many forms and are very much part of reality, just unnoticed.

And since he had some spare time while waiting at hand, he decided to review his day’s activities; a common practice for him personally since he was young which developed into a habit over time.

The day started out ordinary, to the man at least:

The usual signing of papers, both for approval and decline regarding various multimillion dollar investments and the company’s strategic business movements. A particularly interesting piece of legal document about a inter-company dispute (this is something common in companies of the scale) as well as the authorization of certain funding aspects were all on the day’s “signing” agenda.

That usually took up the morning but today, not more than 3 hours elapsed and he was done with everything he had on his agenda for signings. Taking a walk in the morning might not seem to be an ideal thing to do, especially if you’re still at work, but that was exactly what he did.

Not a stone’s throw away was the state park and that was where he spent the rest of the morning, strolling down the pebbled pavements by the magnificently built lake which glittered in the morning sunlight, like pearls floating on its surface; it was a perfect morning.

Phone calls were common for the man, 24/7 but this morning saw an all time record high; from his doctor calling up for a check up he’d missed the other day to his caretaker back home calling to report that there was something urgent to attend to at home and that he required to be home immediately.

The cell phone served as a source of words for this little book called the organizer as schedule after schedule was noted down. But the man was especially cautious today and cancelled all other appointments, including a meeting with his main financial supporters (something anyone should NEVER do) just to make way for the appointment he had now.

Someone up there must be really emotional today, he thought to himself as he sat in the fancy cafe, recollecting his thoughts for the past couple of hours of the day.

Shortly after lunch that day, looming grim clouds gathered and collided in a massive display of lightning as well as an audio burst of thunder. Rain soon followed as nature demonstrated its powers, the same rain that was still relentlessly beating at the cafe’s windows as the man came back once more.

But at this point of time, the man started to feel touchy and as the rhythmic patter of raindrops collided against the glass panes, so did his mind as it started racing wildly.

He could feel the back of his neck starting to sweat and his fingertips drain of blood.

This isn’t right, he conformed in his mind as questions started to race through what was once the cold and aloof stronghold of the man.

She should have been here by now; what if she stood me up; where in the world is she; how is she getting here in the first place; is she driving here; what if she was stranded in the flood down south; why isn’t she here; what if...

A dead silence engulfed the atmosphere for a moment and even the rain seem to stop.

The door to the room creaked to life and gave the man a good hard jolt back into reality.

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Hope you guys dug the first instalment as well as part 2. The final instalment will be coming up shortly so stay tuned (or check back, whichever) for various updates and articles soon to be posted.

Your valued feedback and comments about the various themes included in the story as well as the plot development is largely encouraged. Just drop me a comment as you see the need to.

Till then.