"No Guy, Faith is your wife, you should go and
see what she's doing!" I insisted. "Come on
Charity, you know this is all in fun, I mean
those two, they're my students, they mean
nothing to me, we're just having fun!" he
laughed. "Guy!" I commanded. "Go and be with
your wife! Your buttons are undone by the
way!"
He looked down at his shirt and it finally
dawned on him that even his shirt had betrayed
him. Even it had let him down and his
disgusting truth was exposed for the whole
world to see. In the maze, nothing is new under
the sun. He was a mess. A disgusting mess. He
slowly did up his buttons, the lingering sweat on
his brow sliding slowly down his cheeks as he
continued to breath uncomfortably.
I looked behind him to where he had sat
hunched back before and his party of slaves had
lied in willing abandonment. Here he was.
Mature. Obese. Ugly. Some things never
change. Desperately clinging to the one thing he
always had for security, his money! Some things
never change. I felt sorry for him because he
would never be free of the plague of the firsts
and the seconds or thirds or fourths or lasts or
anyone because no one loved him, they just
loved what he had become. The illusion he
played of success and wealth because it's all he
had. Away from his security blanket of
prosperity, he had nothing and was nobody. Not
anybody anyone could ever love because he
had nothing to give but his illusion. He was a
mess. A disgusting mess.
"Where are you going?" he asked. "Everyone
else has left, so I'm leaving too," I answered. "I
thought we could go get a drink or a bite or I
don't know, maybe even just talk?" he pleaded.
"Guy, you are the thirtieth or maybe even the
fortieth, I really lost count, but you're not the
last!" I quipped. "What are you talking about?"
he queried. "Guy you should be with Faith!"
I turned toward the door and walked out. It was
time to wander deeper into the maze. It could
have been yesterday or maybe tomorrow? It
may have been ten years ago or maybe ten
years to come? Maybe it was today? Inside the
maze, nothing is new under the sun!
(C) 2012. Melissa Magdalene.