He still couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that bothered him so.
I could just fix it?
This hadn't crossed his mind until now, and though he knew fixing it should be an easy solution to the issue, it wasn't. There was something sticking in his craw. It seemed more to do with the situation itself than the actual possibility of his having to replace, or simply readjust this smoke detector. It wasn't even his house. He had merely been floating around here for months, probably drawn by the smoke detector itself. The knowledge of it had swirled around his mind for the better part of the past four months, slowly consuming him. So trivial was the beast in nature, but somehow there seemed to be more. As if this simple flaw in design stood to foreshadow a looming tragedy. Or perhaps a personal revelation that would ultimately lead him to a life of troubled fame and fortune.
Maybe I have been overthinking this? ...Doubtful.
Another fifteen minutes passed. Fifteen minutes tacked on to the countless hours of contemplation scattered about the thirty square feet below the alarms perch. Much of this time spent holding up candles, burnt toast, conflagrated newspapers and other assorted smoking objects to solicit a reply from the thing. Each time met by cruel silence.
What more can I do but wait?
And so he did. Defiant as ever he stood, transfixed. A stubborn sentinel of fabricated wisdom. A martyr of futility. A self-celebrated genius of inanimate philosophy.
Red and black and cream and wires and the casing.
So few conclusions drawn in so great a time. The lethargic pace of his thoughts his Achilles heel in this battle. He may have been doomed from the start.
-The first of a possible few at http://www.robabout.blogspot.com/
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