Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A Door into the Past Pt. 3

This part was so easy to write. I don't know why, but it was. I feel I might have expressed a character better than I ever have in this piece. I don't know if that is true or not. I'll leave that up to you. There isn't a lot that happens in this piece, but I tried to symbolize some stuff and I hope you catch on in the subtext of what does happen. Well, without further delay please enjoy 'A Door into the Past' Pt. 3.

Part 1.
Last Weeks.
Part 3.

Marcus felt like he couldn't get home fast enough. The road was a blur and the lines were an illusion. He didn't remember stopping. But he found himself at a light. It was green. That didn't matter. He sat there and cried. He couldn't believe he was crying. Cars were behind him, people were honking and cursing. He touched the gas ever so gently. He rolled to the side of the road and watched as cars swerved past him. It was a blur. Nothing made sense. He knew the must have imagined the door. It couldn't have been real. It was simply a manifestation of his doubt.

He wasn't sure how long he sat on the side of the road, but as the sun set he saw the orange glow of twilight. It was beautiful. He felt inspired. Turning around he went back to the factory. Luckily he had a key to the side entrance. Turning off the alarm momentarily he went up to his office and started on his work.

If painters used a canvas, Marcus' canvas was a shoe. A shoe has to function. But to find the art and bring it beyond function that is what he did. The contours of the foot could be art in and of themselves. He used them in his designs. This one was going to be a masterpiece. It was too be a canvas slip-on, his favorite style. It would hold to many conventions. But he was going to force some angles in the material. A right angle above the arch exaggerating it. That right angle was broken by a stripe that went above on the front and below on the back. The strip fanned out into a sun burst closing off the shoe's quarter. Where the twin sunbursts met on the back of the quarter he added another right angle. This one however was even more entwined almost woven into the sunbursts. On the toe cap he decided to use a white closed rubber toe cap that reached up to the elongated tongue. The eyelets wouldn't have laces, but elastic connections each one creating the colors of a sunset. The stripe would meet at the bottom of the eyelets where the toe cap ends. The stripe would be an orange gradient into red. The right angles would both be a midnight blue, while the base canvas was a sky blue.

Marcus stood back looking at his sketches and fabric samples. It was beautiful. He left his office and went home. Checking his phone he saw he had seven missed calls. And that it was nearly midnight. How had time flown by so quickly. He called Abigale back, but she didn't answer.

The ride home didn't take long. Abigale's car was in the driveway and so was Thomas'. Marcus wasn't sure if he should go in. At that moment the happenings of that afternoon all rushed back to him. Marcus didn't want to go inside, but he had to do something.

The door was unlocked and he saw two figures sitting in the living room when he looked through the window. Abigale was going to be furious.

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