The Little Man Who Wasn't There Novels & Stories

I doubted very much if any of the adults in the orphanage would manage to recall what the man was like – or that there was ever a man. Over the following years, I would harbor a dim but nagging suspicion that if anyone checked the guest register for that day, they would find nothing but faded ink on a line. The man was like a mystical court jester who, through his jerky motions, cartwheels and somersaults, had everyone eating out of his hand. Every single person in the children’s home couldn’t for a moment look away and risk missing his illusions. Without a doubt, he was an entity from another dimension.

The atmosphere was light and filled with laughter. "So, Via," Larry began, "I heard you had an interesting ride home last night." Via chuckled, shaking her head. "Word travels fast, huh? Yes, Mr. Nakamura was kind enough to give me a ride home when my car wouldn't start." "Oh, I see. That explains the mysterious black car," Carrie said with a grin. "You must have felt like a VIP." "It was definitely a surprise," Via admitted, glancing at Raizen, who was conversing with Francis. "But it was really kind of him."

Like a puppet he stood, posed in an Albert Einstein-ish kind of way without meaning it. So, what should he make of this now, or was he actually meant to make something out of this. "Wait! Where is Mr. Man?" Left, right, front, centre, back. There was no one on the horizon. Where Is he? Did he disappear like the wisp of a smoke? Most likely! Where have I gotten myself? And with a start he awoke from his sleep. Chapter Twenty-one The door of destiny

All I knew was that he wanted to surprise me. I hadn't seen Javan nor sir Levi since we got back from that party. Only God knows what those two were up to. Even my neighbor, Shawn, mysterious disappeared. I wondered what was going on with everybody. It was as though I was forgotten. I wonder what I would have done if not for Devin always checking up on me. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror before picking up my clutch and walking out of my room. I locked the door, boarded my ride, and exited the estate. I already told him my destination when I was booking and he drove there without any questions.

"Enjoy it while you can. You're gonna crash and burn. Pathetic." He shoved me. I stumbled, knee cracking against the table. It hurt so bad, a tear slipped out before I could stop it. Aurelia—who swore she'd protect me—stood there like it wasn't her problem. Letting him do whatever he wanted. I dropped my gaze, trying to block out the ache spreading through me. Then the lights in the banquet hall cut out. Spotlights flared. Time to announce the new lead. "Let's hear it for—Leonard Rinehart!

Lucian rushed in with a murderous gaze. He kicked down the homeless man closest to me. I was shivering so hard, and I passed out. When I woke up, I realized I was in a bed in a mansion. Outside the door, I could hear Lucian's friends grumbling. "Lucian, didn't you agree to Wendy's plan to film Nina being assaulted by those homeless men and then distribute the video together with her videos? That way, her reputation would be rotten. Aaron would be hurt!"

Then she hung up. “BRYANNA!” I screamed into the phone, like me screaming would reconnect the line. I tried to call her back, but she wouldn’t answer. What did she mean, St. Andrew knows?!? Where have I heard about St. Andrew before? Then it dawned on me. Dante Berkley’s red room. It’s a restraint apparatus. Fuck. Antonio’s club! Antonio has Isabella at his club. I quickly called Nonna. “Hello?” Nonna answered.

“I’ve got just the thing. A little something to help… heighten the experience. Free of charge. Think of it as me doing a good deed.” The man’s breath came in shallow gasps. He darted a frantic look at the others in the room, pleading silently for help. But they all avoided his gaze, suddenly fascinated with the floor or their drinks. Not one dared to speak. “Sorry, I—I was wrong, Mr. Lancaster,” the man stuttered, his words tripping over themselves. His Adam’s apple bobbed furiously as he swallowed. “I shouldn’t have caused trouble in your place. I swear, it won’t happen again, I—”

I didn’t ask him to sit. The grainy images filled the screen. Clara in her neat dress, her hair back, folder in hand. The man in the cap behind her. His head low, his hands in his pockets. He never signed in. He had no name, no trace. I paused the screen when he lifted his hand to press the elevator button. His face turned a little toward the camera. Not full, but enough. “There,” I said. West leaned in. “Not clear enough. We’ll need a match from another angle. Could be anyone.”

A little girl came inside the room with a middle aged man. “How are you doing?”. The man asked. “What happened to me?”. I asked curiously without answering him first. “Oh sorry…let me introduce myself, my name is Richard and this is my daughter Mabel”. The man introduced. “Hi….what's your name?”. The little girl asked with a cute smile. “I…I…don't know my name”. How can I not know my name? I can't even remember anything. “You were hit by my truck, and I think you have a slight amnesia. Do you feel pain anywhere?”. Mr Richard asked.