The grim reaper had spared their lives. Instead of death they were given a choice. The gatekeeper to the afterlife had given them another chance. Perhaps it was a chance to say goodbye or a chance to start over. Shane had died in order to feel alive that very morning. So instead of waiting for the grim reaper to come for him he had taken the bold step to the gates of the afterlife.
Death had been unwilling to claim Shane's soul and in exchange she took that of another. At first Simon had been unwilling to participate, but then he thought what the hell? Rather than die, if it was only his soul, the seat of his emotion, that was going to be exchanged to keep those his priceless memories then why not?
However, memories were not just formed from experience of the mind alone. The soul, the centre of emotions, also stores its own memories that allows you to remember even that which you had never experienced. Are you familiar with the concept of Deja Vu? It is when you feel like something has happened before but for the life in you, you just can not place when or where. That was what was happening with Simon since he awoke from his coma. He felt he could eat meat from a past life he never recalled. He felt he spoke a language from the same past life and he certainly spoke Arabic.
Simon had desperately wanted to believe that it was all a dream when he had woken up. Come on, really? He wondered about how authentic it had been that he exchanged his soul. As he awoke groggily from his sleep he felt himself desperately needing to get out of his groggy state. This was the day he would finally get some answers. He hurried into the bathroom and put paste on his brush. He noticed for the first time his own reflection trapped in the bathroom mirror.
Simon and Simone were both identical twins, however, Simone had the softer features and all the scintillating features of a woman. Simon had shorter hair. His muscles were moderately built. He had a very full beard. He reached for a clipper then began to shave and trim the beards. He looked at himself confidently as he turned his face in different angles checking out his good looks. Satisfied, he dropped the clipper. He picked up his already pasted brush and brushed his teeth. He flashed a grin in the mirror and his oral cavity glistened. He ran a quick bath after that. Simone had been downstairs making breakfast and he gave her a quick goodbye kiss.
He stopped in the hallway to look at the array of car keys lined up on a board that hung on a wall. Something about the Ferrari keys called out to him but as he picked it he immediately remembered his car crash. The keys fell out of his hand.
"Bad memories?" Mr Solomon said.
"Yes father," Simon replied, picking up the key.
"You can have any of the drivers," Mr Solomon said, stopping in front of his son. "You've been acting strangely, that's what Simone said."
"Father," Simon called, desperately. "Simone is just worried because she sees me doing some stuff I never did in her presence before. I'm fine, nothing is happening to me."
"Okay if you say so," Mr Solomon said, patting Simon's shoulder. "Have a pleasant day."
"Thank you father," Simon said, hurrying off as he checked his watch.
The Ferrari was moving at an underestimated pace. When the road became freer it tore at a speed that Simon heart racing seemed like a million times slower. He did not complain about the driver overspending. In fact he was worried he would not meet Peter Brooklyn. The car found a spot in the parking lot and rested silently. He remembered the bed and breakfast restaurant and yet he felt like he was entering it for the first time.
His phone rang startling him since he was still not used to the ringtone. He answered, "Hello."
"Walk down to the last seat in the left row from where you're standing," the familiar voice of Peter Brooklyn said.
Peter Brooklyn was a dark skinned man with an impeccable fashion sense. He wore a well dark tailored suit that fit in all the right places. He looked like he was on some urgent business. Simon sat across from the man resting his two index fingers on the bridge of his nose.
"Peter Brooklyn?" Simon said.
"The one and only," Peter said, handing Simon a paper cup of coffee. "Glad you could make it. I'm sure you have questions."
"Like hell I do!" Simon said, accepting the coffee but knew he would not drink it. "Who the hell are you and how did you know about my dream?"
"I'm an astrologer," Peter began in his most convincing tone. "I felt a strong connection to you on the night of your re-embodiment. Then I fell into a deep trance and saw you make the deal."
"I know about astrologists but I've never heard of such a thing before. How can I be sure you are not just selling me a story?"
"This is different," Peter said, pausing to sip from his cup. "Answer me this if I was a fraud how would I have known about your dream? Though that was a real experience. Hold on, you spoke Arabic with me yesterday. How do you explain that?"
Simon began feeling thirsty. He eyed the man curiously and said, "So what do you want from me?"
"You see after you made the deal I was instructed by the Egyptian man to warn you."
"What? Warn me about what? Please can you hurry up and stop wasting my time," Simon said, feeling tempted to sip from the coffee.
Peter frowned as he replied, "You mustn't tell anyone what you saw in the spirit world. I saw another prophecy that you will surely die three days after revealing the secret of your reincarnation to anyone. Also the karma of the soul inside of you needs spiritual cleansing or else you'll encounter serious bad luck."
"I'm sensing that's not the whole situation," Simon said. "Otherwise why will you be telling me?"
"Yes there's more to the situation," Peter said, fumbling with his briefcase. "The soul can only be cleansed with an act of charity. You will need to deposit a sum of one million dollars into a charity fund account. I'm sure for a man of your status this is a small price to pay."
Simon found himself wondering what the hell he was doing with this fraud? He could not tell how but he was starting to feel maybe there was a new drug in town. Perhaps one that gave you specific dreams. He thought maybe his doctor had planned it all with Peter Brooklyn. Then frustration nicked on him as he remembered his ability to eag meat and speak a foreigne language. Peter Brooklyn had fetched a form from his briefcase.
"What is this?" Simon asked, taking the paper. "You can't possibly expect me to sign this!"
"Come on," Peter said gingerly. "You signed more than this when you exchanged your soul. This is just the physical part. As above, so below. The spiritual controls the physical. We are merely acting a role that has already been acted out."
Simon was convinced that the document was authentic. It was Peter's registered business contract form for his astrology company. He read number four of terms and conditions in the form. He would be agreeing to deposit a sum of one million dollars to a charity fund account.
Simon felt weary but since he knew no better about reincarnation or spirituality he accepted the pen Peter was offering. He paused, something about how he held the pen felt strange. He flipped the paper to the back which was blank. He wrote with his left hand effortlessly. He switched the pen to his right hand and as he suspected he wrote easily too. Convinced he was now having superhuman abilities he turned the paper back to its front and signed his signature.
Stephanie was driving down the road from her new apartment to the Breakfast and Bed restaurant. Tiffany rode with her in the front seat. "Come on, look alive!" Stephanie said, eyeing Tiffany from the corner of her eyes. "You always tell me to go out with Kane. Today I've decided we will all go out on a friendship date and you look gloomy as hell." "I don't think he would appreciate me coming along," Tiffany said, not hiding her frustration. "Look at the bright side," Stephanie said, finally entering the street where the restaurant was situated. She could see its facade. "With you by my side I'll be more confident in playing along with his demands." "Just accept his marriage proposal already," Tiffany groaned. "Shane is gone, you should live on." "Honestly," Stephanie said, turning off the ignition as the car stood still in the parking lot. "I've considered d
"Great news Simon!" Simone said, eyes wide open. They were sitting on the soft grass in the beautiful orchard that surrounded the driveway of the mansion."What news? Come on, tell me!" Simon said, sounding desperate for it."Dad has decided that we all will go to California for the summer," Simone said."Woah!" Simon said, enthusiastically. "That would be awesome!""Yea of course it'll be," she replied. They both fell silent for a while.Simon forced his eidetic memory to remember if he had been to California but there was no record of it. He was familiar with California. It was one of the coolest resort centres in the world filled with beautiful beaches and it was the perfect place for a summer vacation. A slight breeze blew, the grass swayed gracefully beneath the spectrum of the descending sun. Looking at the horizon, Simon saw the blazing clouds. His
Kane had driven past the B and B restaurant and continued on his way down to the construction site. He was slowly starting to resent the restaurant. Over the past few hours he had struggled with himself not to go and check in on Stephanie. She was a tough nut to crack. One minute he thought he had her, and the next she was turning down his marriage proposal.He breathed the air of the city deep into his lungs and there was a warm feeling accompanied with it. He noticed the changes in the leaves of the trees and grasses on the lawns. They had started to dry up, making them turn shades of brown or yellow. He spotted a woman watering her flowers in her garden near her front porch. It indeed felt like summer was approaching. Part of the sky looked remarkably orange in color as the sun went down.As he rounded up a corner entering Pearls Street, he saw the construction site come into sight. He just wanted to have a view of it, he told
Kane and Stephanie were still sitting on the window pavement. His phone was buzzing.He answered, "Hello, who's on the line?""Hello Kane, it's me Simone," she said. Kane looked at Stephanie but she was smiling softly at him. She was sitting close enough to hear both of their conversations."Simone Solomon?" Kane asked, looking astonished."Yes. I know you're wondering how I got your number," Simone said, pausing for his response."Well, it's my business line, I mean you could literally just get it off my company's website. But hey I never told you what job I worked, so yeah I'm wondering.""I'm not contacting you for business Mr Kane. Far from it," Simone said, pausing for three seconds. "Where are you now? I'm at the B and B. Could you make it there? I really want to see you please.""Well I'm really busy," Kane said. Stephanie ga
The Joker Grand hotel was legally owned by the Solomon's. Tonight its beautiful event hall was used as the venue for the book launch of Try Again. Try Again was written by New York bestselling author Erik Wilson. He had written three successful books on reincarnation stories and this was the fourth. It never got boring.Journalists, reporters, sponsors, and other famous writers gathered here. Stephanie and Tiffany were dressed in long embroidered gowns that made them look like princesses. They strided through the long red carpeted floor moving towards Peter Brooklyn and his friend. They both had their backs against the ladies and were talking and laughing at the same time. Peter had gotten them their invites.As they closed in on Peter, they saw who he had been talking animatedly with from a distance. It was none other than Erik Wilson the author. Erik was an average human with a clean shaven head and light brown eyes. He wore a transp
Erik had gone ahead and talked briefly about the characters and plots contained in his book. Then he got up and said, "I have a demonstration to make and I'd like to invite my friend Peter Brooklyn who's an astrologist and mystics to join me up on stage." "What's this about?" Tiffany asked Peter who was already getting up. "I don't know what Erik wants from me," Peter said corkily. "But it's gotta be very amazing going up on stage with the star of the night." Simone cleared her throat which made Stephanie and Tiffany turn their attention to her. Simone then went on to say, "Hello ladies this must feel awkward but believe me it's nothing. We picked this seat because we know you guys and it'll probably be the last time we will be seeing each other in a while. Tiffany you can stop scowling now." "I just don't get you Simone," Tiffany said. "Why are you stalking someone else's fiance?"
The book launch had come to an end with the demonstration. Erik and Peter were still up on stage. They could be seen attending to a line of people. Stephanie was walking back to the table with Simon."Hey that was really weird," Simon said."Yeah I am not sure how I feel after that," Stephanie said, pausing in her tracks. "I mean I was so sure I'd fail at least once!""You bet!" Simon said, "I thought it was a bluff but now I'm starting to feel otherwise."Stephanie continued walking and she said, "Anyways, I think it's a trick. I watch a lot of magic shows. We should inspect those pearls properly. Maybe there's a way it changes its colors."They arrived at their table. Simone and Tiffany looked like Tom and Jerry forced to be in the same space. Something in Simon's memory made him think Tiffany would have been the kind of girl he should like. However, his emoti
Stephanie had a feeling of a growing confusion. On one hand, she was tired of leading Kane on, but on the other, she also knew she didn't know much about Simon to pick him over Kane. She just felt drawn to him from the day she first saw him at the B's. Kane had been chill after she had slapped him the other day, which was totally impulsive. She hadn't meant to do that, but why would he lash out like that? There was something she hated about it when men acted without thinking or displaying signs of violence.The day had arrived when she was going to travel to California. Kane would be coming to her apartment any minute now to take her to the airport. Tiffany had gone to Hawaii with Peter. She appreciated the time alone and she reflected on her feelings. On one hand she really liked Kane but on the other she felt she was keeping him as an option. She was scared to lose him even though she didn't want him. It made her feel terrible.