Echos of the Past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A little trip through a jungle changes the future for many, but it really doesn't change much for history.

 In an arid jungle of change, along a well worn path of sameness, marches legions of strange looking creatures. And these creatures are following a single leader who is about to meet someone he does not know.

Let's listen in, shall we?


 


 

"Hup---two---three---four, --- Hup---two---three---four, --- Hup---two---three---four, --- Compaaaany Halt!


 

Commander, --- inform Division Captains to inform the masses, a respite is due."


 

"Yes my Leader, right away my Leader!"


 

***


 

There is a brief period of time before another voice is heard, the voice asked, "Who are you?"

The Leader looked all around before asking, "Who wants to know, and why can't I see you?"

The voice replied, "To answer your last question first, you can't see me because some things that are very small can't easily be seen, and the same goes for things that are very big. Do you understand?"

The Leader didn't want the Voice to think he was stupid, unable to understand such an obviously simple explanation, so without any further questions he replied, "Well of course I understand, understanding is what I do best, just ask anyone because anyone could tell you, I'm a very understanding understander. In fact, I must be the best understander that ever was, at least that is what I understand."

The voice said nothing more about his invisibility and went on to the Leaders first question, he said, "I am The Inquisitor and I inquire about anyone who passes through this arid jungle; it's my job.

"Ah," said the Leader, "My wonderfulness should be known, so I shall tell you all that you wish to know!

I am "The Echo Maker" and I am like no other that came before me! Well? Maybe the very first Echo Maker was greater, just because he was first, but I'll bet his echos weren't as echo-ie as mine."

The Inquisitor replied, "Echo Maker, how does one become an echo maker? I do not understand."

Then the Echo Maker stated, "I don't know how one becomes an echo maker, maybe I was always an echo maker and just didn't know it because I am so wonderful about being lot's of things."

So the Inquisitor asked, "Well then, what makes you think you are an Echo Maker?"

"I will demonstrate," replied The Echo Maker, "Observe!"


 

Then The Echo Maker stood, looking toward the masses, and yelled, "Hello!"

And without hesitation, the first division of followers yelled, "Hello!" and when the second division heard what the first division had yelled, they yelled the same thing, "Hello!"

And when the third division heard what the second division had yelled, they yelled the same thing too, "Hello!"

And when the fourth division heard what the third division had yelled, they yelled the same thing as well.

And so it went, each division yelling what the previous division yelled, but from further away, so it sounded like an echo if you were anywhere out in front of the masses.

"Do you see what I mean?" asked The Echo Maker.

The Inquisitor replied, "Yes, I do see that it sounds like an echo. But is it a real echo or does it just sound like one? And if it just sounds like an echo then you are not an echo maker, you would be an Echo Mimicker."

The Echo Maker looked shocked at the response, and then he got very angry. And after a moment his face got all fiery red and he started yelling in the Inquisitor direction.

He was saying things like, "Liar! Fake! Bad, Bad Inquisitor!!!"

And each time The Echo Maker yelled words, the echos began:

"Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! ..."

"Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! Fake! ...

"Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!..."


 

Well, all this yelling, and name calling, and echo mimicking went on for a good length of time, too long for the The Inquisitor's liking. At least that is what we believe because The Inquisitor stuck his long and feathered neck out from behind some Crabb-Stacker Bushes. And then The Inquisitor's giant head reached across the jungle trail and plucked the Echo Maker from where he stood. And then, without hesitation, the giant bird ate the Echo Maker. --- "Gulp!"


 

The masses were horrified! Horrified and unbelieving!

"He is not lost to History," said The First Division. And as you know, what the First Division says the other Divisions repeat in an echoing manner.

Yet all the believing in the world, and all the echos repeated, didn't bring the Echo Maker back.

So his followers tried finding another echo maker; but they could find no-one from their ranks.

Soon, one division started bickering with another, differences of opinion turned into name calling and disrespectful behavior.

Their failure was because they were too much like one another, too much the stubborn and not near enough, understanding.

They never suspected that they were the echo makers.

They never needed the Echo Maker, but they couldn't see that. They couldn't see it any more than The Echo Maker could see the Giant Bird that ate him.

So after trying to unite for many days, each division gave up, separated, and went back to where they came from.

They went back to their regions, back to their different beliefs, back to their traditions that they have passed on to their children, generation after generation. Yes, be it good or bad, they went back to the echos of their past.


 


 

D. Thurmond / JEF

11-12-2020


Submitted: November 12, 2020

© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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hullabaloo22

What a very original tale, JE. Echo Mimicker... how true that was!

Fri, November 13th, 2020 11:55am

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Thanks Hul --- I think you know what I know what I'm saying here, but don't tell anybody. It might get into the fake news and then where would we be? LOL

Fri, November 13th, 2020 1:58pm

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