Alex apartment. New York.
He had continued reading during hours. The book was not so long and when the first ray of Sun comes, the book was finished. He prepared slowly to make coffee and stretched. That sensation wouldn’t leave him in some days: the book he dreamt to read during years and years was in fact… he wouldn’t be able to explain it with words. What was Flu Project talking about? The word he was seeking wasn’t indifference nor extravagance… Flu Project was, for some reason, one book that tried to go outside the inside book, one book talking to itself about a strange reflection on its pages. He couldn’t find the solution to his own words.
It could be he was tired; maybe he needed to take a rest… For the first time in his life, he felt that real and strange sensation that he was infected by the flu that the book was talking about. How could it be? He changed his mind and sat down in the armchair near him. Room began to dance and went around himself and he began to cough. He took the book and threw it far from him. At this point, he felt someone was outside and turned sight: this someone had introduced one note behind the door. He suddenly stood up and opened the door.
‘Darkness there, and nothing more’. He smiled when he remembered Poe’s words.
Finally, he took the note and opened the envelope. The text was surely wrote by a woman and said:
Day V. Somewhere in Manhattan
‘Do you suspect who he meets now?’ A silly looking man asked a guy with a scar on his nose.
‘He saw us.’ The second answered to the first. ‘I’m sure of it. Maybe we should talk to Lorraine. It’s not our fault. In any case, we would ever be quiet. He is not going to talk to her about this. He knows we keep an eye on him and we know he keeps his eye on us. We must continue with this at least seven days more. He is too tired to sit up or even to move. We must be patient.’
‘And I think,’ the first one finished the phrase the other begins, ‘we must be silent.’
‘We must be quiet, man.’ the second completed.
**Serial novel by Martin Cid: Fake Game http://www.martincid.com