Glass – thousands of grains of refined, clean, transparent sand shaping our cups and windows, covering our skyscrapers and giving the blind sight. The sound of it shattering into pieces – the sound of a perceived mistake. No visible fragments. No sight at all. Just the fragile, screeching pierce of those fine crystals separating, as of a lover watching a loved descend into the grave – like the fierce blow of a baseball bat against a chandelier. It is difficult to resist flinching at the sound. The sound grew clearer now, and more consistent, as of a waterfall of hollow glass balls pouring out onto a marble floor, enhanced by echoes within a cave. It is the sound of destruction – the sound of sudden mistakes caused by the slip of the hand or mind. Then suddenly came a flash as of lightning, and the sound of thunder followed.
Samuel opened his eyes. The hospital room was dark. He slowly turned his neck to the right. His brain felt the shock of the movement, and screamed pain. He could see his mother sitting in an arm chair beside his bed, near an open window. Outside it was raining heavily. The lighting flashed again, and the thunder boomed in imitation shortly thereafter. It must have been early morning, because Samuel could see a faint source of light on the horizon. He shut his eyes tight; the world appeared the same as he remembered, but it felt different – older maybe. Another vivid flash and boom, and then Samuel suddenly remember what had happened, but he didn’t know where he was. His eyelids felt heavy, so he shut his eyes. The storm had calmed slightly, but he could still hear the rain falling outside. Within minutes he had fallen back to sleep.
Vivid images began to flash through Samuel’s mind. Some of them were just memories that Sam clearly recognized. Others were of familiar places where Sam used to spend his childhood days. Still more were of past, repeating dreams, to which Sam shared no connection, but which radically affected his emotions. Yet more than ever before the images were so clear and began to flow so seamlessly that it was as if they were not images at all, but scenes that Samuel was presently and physically experiencing. The images began to play again.
“Hey, watch that corner. Okay, were gonna have to tip this vertically to fit through the door,” Samuel told his younger sister Rachel as Alethia held open the front door of the house, where a large mirror would soon make its way through.
“Careful!” Mrs. Elizabeth Wade spoke. She had asked Samuel to take down the mirror in their front bathroom and bring it down to the street curb, since she was renovating the bathroom and had purchased a new mirror to replace what she referred to as the 90s style wall mirror. It sure was a wall mirror – measuring about 6ft by 3ft.
“Strike two,” Rachel said as Samuel accidentally bumped his side of the mirror into the door frame. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and it was quiet as well.
“Ah, well at least we are through now,” Samuel said. “Thanks for holding the door Ale’!”
“Your welcome!” Alethia replied with a smile on her face. Her mother was now looking out one of the front windows in the house to watch the completion of the task, so she walked over to join her.
“Almost there!” Samuel said as they were now on the concrete drive way and just about 20ft from the curb where they would place the mirror in the grass to be picked up by the garbage company the next day.
Then the unexpected happened. Bless the driveways slight incline and that small, rough pebble over which Rachel lost her balance, which was then followed by the crashing loss of that most blessed wall mirror which had hung in the house for 17 years. TSHI! A side of the front part of the mirror smashed into the concrete scattering tiny shards of sparkly, silvery glass. Seeing that Rachel had tripped and fallen, Samuel not too gently let down his side of the mirror, causing some more cracking on the surface of the mirror, and then ran over to help his sister up off of the ground.
“Rachel, are you okay?!” Samuel spoke loudly, while hearing the front door open and close behind him as his mother and sister also ran to Rachel’s aid.
“Well, I’m alright, but the mirror is not,” Rachel said, slightly embarrassed by the whole event.
And then this vision, too, vanished away leaving Samuel’s mind scarred with the sound of shattering glass on concrete. TSHI! The sound repeated over and over again in his mind.