Humans are weird, the Spirit thought as it observed their world for the first time. Truly observed it, like only someone born in this odd place was able to do. It had been lucky, and it would not waste this opportunity.
There were colours everywhere. Conflict, too, and some happiness if it looked in the right places. But mostly people were worried about each other, angry at each other or pretended to know better when they did not. Compared to its home this place was chaotic and terrifying, but there was a strange beauty about it, too. So much choice, these humans had. If only they were not too busy with their routines to see half of them. The lives some of them could have had if only they allowed themselves that break they all so desperately wanted!
It made the spirit miss it’s home. There was little conflict there, and they could create anything they wanted just by their will and thought alone. Here it held no such power, but back home… True, it was not the same and the colours were nothing like these, but it was something.
Its host, a man called Richard Meyer, sat down on a nearby bench. His breathing came quickly now, razor sharp yet never quite enough, and the spirit did not think he would live much longer. That was why he had allowed it to share his body for a while. But only until I die, he had said. No longer than that. You can’t have my body once I’m dead.
Such strange creatures they were. It had found Richard Meyer because his voice had been the loudest that day. Close to dying, and desperate to do something before the end. Granting a spirit access to his eyes and ears, if only for a brief time, was definitely something to Richard Meyer. The spirit did not think anything like this had ever been done before. Humans were scared to share their lives with spirits, it was hard to find someone willing to do what Richard Meyer was doing for it now.
It felt a little sad that its time was nearly over. Felt sad for Richard Meyer too, who was about to die with so many regrets on his mind, so many things left unsaid and so many dreams put on hold for something else. For money.
The spirit closed itself, and did something that had never been done before. As far as it knew. It made a wish – for a human of all things! – and hoped that Richard Meyer would find more happiness in the next life. Maybe they would even meet in between.
It did its best to send warmth and comfort through the man’s body as he drew his last pained breaths. The time had come to go home again, and the spirit looked forward to being amongst his own kind again. One more time it looked around as it faded from this world, taking in so many minds like Richard Meyer’s. So many things they hoped to do one day, so many things they were desperate to say, and yet the obsession with wealth kept them away, endlessly drawing them into their small offices where none of these things would happen.
The spirit felt bad for them, but there was nothing it could do. It had already seen more than most spirits ever would, and it would always be grateful for that.
All of my 10-Minute stories are improvised, unplanned, and unedited apart from spelling and grammar mistakes. The idea is to kick-start the dreaded Monday with a short, creative exercise without thinking about it, and simply writing for the sake of writing.
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