The Young Man at the Edge of Time
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By Kevin Limiti
A young man sits at the edge of time his feet dangling off its slippery edges, blackness surrounding him.
“Excuse me, sir,” says a voice.
The young man turns toward the noise and is startled to see a boy standing alone in the darkness. The young man says to the boy, “What’s up.”
“Nothing much.” They watch either on silence for a moment. Then the boy says, “What are you doing up there?”
“I’m waiting for a friend.”
“Oh,” says the boy. The boy continues to stare at the young man as though entranced. “What’s your friend’s name?” he asks.
The boy gasps loudly. The young man is startled and grabs onto an invisible object for support, asking, “What’s the matter?”
The boy replies, “I don’t think your friend is coming.”
Suddenly a door appears behind him. The young man stands up, knowing that his friend is in the darkness, but knowing also that he is not ready to face the darkness. “Thank you,” he says to the boy.
Slowly the young man climbs up the stairs and, reaching the top, he opens the door.
There stands an old, weathered man, with a top hat and suit. The old man smiles and puts out his hand. “Welcome back, Ralph.”
Insert amusing anecdote here.