Posted by feitheachd on Sun 13 Jul 08, 8:49 AM to feitheachd's blog.
Once the decision had been made, action was surprisingly easy.
A man's tangible ties to society, to the world, are insignificant; what do we have anyway: a passport, a birth certificate, a credit card?
Everything material can easily fit into an anonymous plastic bag.
The intangible connections are just as easy to cut; no, to snap.
The trick, she had said, was not to lie; simply be ambiguous.
The final part was the easiest of all, just follow instructions.
Walk to the station, buy a ticket to an out of the way stop, walk for an hour along country lanes to a lonely lay-by and a white van, strip in the back and place everything in the anonymous plastic bag, pull on the mask and wait.
Then it was out of his hands.
The bumpy journey, the manhandling from the van, the freezing cold shower, and now here he was: bound, blind, head firmly pushed to the floor by indifferent hands.
And as he waited, the past drifted away, that was someone else, that was an actor and the act was over.
Now he was free, now there would be no limits.
Edited Sun 13 Jul 08, 10:52 AM by feitheachd
