Ben Brooks

For Ben Dykes

February 10, 2029
It has been a day. Only that. I can't forget that face he made yesterday. A face which only one other person makes, that person being me. It's the face you make when you are tired and have no breath left in your lugns, your chest too heavy to let in any air. I never thought that Benjamin Brooks would have taken the time to speak to me. Let alone knock me over the head and abduct me to a secret hideout where the interesting people congregate.
I never really paid attention to him because he tried so very hard to be a shadow. A shadow in every hallway that soon became part of the scenery. But now that he is right in the middle of my view I can see him more clearly. He is none-the-less a mystery but more of an understood mystery. I think I can understand him.
There is something to this whole secret business that has been eating at me. It has made it hard to not address someone I had otherwise never talked to in my life. Why is it that it can take you a lifetime to notice something right in front of you?
Well, anyhow. I have now begun my investigations of Mr. Brooks and we shall see what type of person he turns out to be. We shall see.
--Briar Blake