The unnamed detective part 2

There was a kid running in a field. Running from what? I couldn’t see. He had brown hair that went to the nape of his neck. Panic was written across his face, then someone grabbed him.

I awoke after being hit on the head. I looked up and saw Summer, in a long bright yellow dress. Beside her was a young man who looked very similar to me.

Brown hair, dark brown eyes, and tanish skin. He had big black glasses, my eyes were bare, and I wore a fedora, his head was bare, my eyes were serious, while his eyes carried a light cheerful humorous spirit.

I also found that I was sitting in a folding chair with a singular light focused on me. “Well, it’s been a while.” Said my doppelganger. I raised an eyebrow and glared at him observing him intently. He showed no sign of wanting to hurt me ,or anybody in fact, he looked…happy.

Happy was something I never heard of. My world was dark, rainy and gray. But while I was just staring at him I could tell what his world was. It was sunny without a cloud in the sky. Then I noticed my doppelganger was smiling. I never smiled. Never really saw anyone smile. I tried to smile back.

“No, no.” He said. “It’s like this.” He grinned widely. “Never mind that. What on earth am I doing here?” I demanded. “Well, Mr. No-name. Summer brought you here.” “I know that, stop playing stupid kid, spill the beans.” “You are here to remember.” “Remember what!?” I cried leaning forward. “Stop!” Summer cried. I fell flat on my face. I noticed I was tied up.

“Let me help you. My name’s Jack. This here is Summer my fiance.” Jack said helping me up.
“Ya see, the American Government is slowly getting corrupted by evil ambitious men. They started something when they take a kid and train him in a specific field then when he’s an adult they wipe his memory of everything! EVERYTHING but, that they work for government and their training. And the president supposedly tells them to write a letter of everything that is happen’n round there. They’re spies. They don’t know it. But they’re spies. Things have gotten worse, since like the last 10 years or so. Relations with Russia isn’t good. People are starting to get worried ’bout World War III again.”

“And what’s this got to do with me?” I said. “You’re one of them.” Summer replies. “Ya see, that shot back at your business-” “Was a warning shot. Now I have a question, whom was that for?” “Us.” Jack said. “Us?” I reply. “Yep, you see there is a revolution going on. The government is now fully corrupted. And we are taking action.” “Ya see this blasted rain?” Summer said. I nod. “It’s been here for five years in an attempt to flood us out. The government clogged the drains so that the city’d get flooded. But no sirree. The revolution unclogged them and is making sure that folks have a place to stay since some places do get flooded.”

“So, you’re saying that I am an involuntary spy for a corrupted government, and you are telling me all you’re secret plans?” I said. Jack left the room, then he came back with a device, it looked one of those big hair dryers you’d see in a salon. He put it on my head and switched it on.

Fireworks went off in my head and I saw many colors that I had never dreamed could exist. You see all my life, I’ve seen rain and gray. Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall are all fairy tales. You don’t hear a mother tucking her kid into bed with tales of knights and princesses no more. Now you hear the child beg for more on what Spring looks like, and colors like sky blue or bright white white fluffy clouds. The world has become black and gray like an old television series. But with rain all the time. Food’s terrible, can’t tell what it is. Things like candy, or ice cream, cake, juice, milk, clear water, or bread, are all tales just like the seasons.

When the fireworks had done their thing Jack switched it off. “What was that!?” I naturally demanded. “It was take out the spy willfulness in you.” Jack untied me. “Well would you like to stay? We’ve got warm food, blankets.” “No thank you.” I say. I walk out the room and head down the stairs to my car. Luckily it was still where it was when I was hit on the head.

I got in and drove off. Jack and Summer stared after me sadly. I drove into downtown, and looked around. There was a man sitting on the sidewalk, cold and hungry I bet. But he knew who he was, he had a name, and a family. I had none.

I parked my car and got out. I plunked a coin into the parking meter, having all sense purpose gone. Even before I met Jack and Summer, my life had bland and gray.

I walked down the street, hands in pockets. I bumped into someone. I looked up and said. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” I saw I had bumped into a young lady about my age which is 20. Her hair was a dark green, she had olive skin, and she wore a green dress that had buttons from top to bottom, the dress went down to her knees, and her sleeves went to her wrists. On the hem of the dress there was a little bit of lace. As well at the wrists. “Oh no, I wasn’t looking where I was going. So pardon me.” She said with a voice like milk running down silk. I was speechless. Never in my life, of which I could remember, did I see anything, or anyone, so beautiful in this world of black and gray.

I looked down and saw that she had dropped a book. I leaned down and picked it. “Oh, thank you so much.” She said as I handed it to her. I looked at the cover, it looked worn. The title was Colors, Seasons, and other joys. “What’s that?” I asked. “Oh, it’s a book that my mother wrote when she was young. It’s a lovely book really. It talks about colors, like green, I love and adore green which is why I wear it. In the book it says. “Green is the color of life. Trees, and plants which both grow and are alive and are green. Green is also the color of Hope, when all is lost, and when all seems to be dark and rainy take care and look for the color of green! For green is the color of hope.” While she was reciting this people started to gather around her and listen.

A little kid came up and said “Would you please read more?” That’s when my heart opened. I realized how much everyone else was hurting but I didn’t care a bit about what they felt. I was only caring about me, myself. I looked and said. “Hey, I know a place that has warm meals and beds. If you all go there and if Ms. Green would like to go to she could continue reading to you.

Everyone agreed and headed to the warehouse that I mentioned. “What is your name?” I asked the woman in green. She looked at me innocently. “My name is Spring, Spring Flower. What’s yours?” “I don’t have one.” I mumbled. “What’s that?” “I don’t have one.” I said a little louder.
Spring laughed a sweet laugh. It was like…like…Her laugh was so beautiful I cannot describe it.

“Here, let me give you a name. How about, Kevin. It means kind.” Spring said. Then she skipped forward to the head of the crowd. I stopped. A name, she gave me one. I smiled, a true smile.
And for a moment I saw the sky clear and white clouds, a blue sky, and most of all colors.

Tune in next time for more of what happens to the now named detective, Kevin, when he goes to hear Spring read from Colors, Seasons, and other joys.

4 thoughts on “The unnamed detective part 2

  1. Willa Nicole says:

    Awesome story! Especially the simalie “She said with a voice like milk running down silk.” Great job!


  2. Arianna says:

    Thanks, I'm enjoying writing this a lot. I really like the world that they're all in, that the colors that we take for granted, the things we take for granted are all fairy tales. And everyone longs for them.


  3. Arianna says:

    I also love how the narrator, Kevin, is very descriptive. Like you were saying, “She said with a voice like milk running down silk.” I love how observant Kevin is, and because he's observant he reveals the more of the world he's in, because he's constantly talking about it.


  4. Awesome great job =^).


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