Mind Bent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Mad Harlequin Of Second Avenue

A Passage Of Elliptical Events

Dare I reveal his name, even after these many decades gone by and him likely long in the grave, given that he was my age in 1990 that I am here in 2021, being 70. No. I dare not save to appoint him the honorary identity of The Mad Harlequin Of Second Avenue, such place being in the town of Owen Sound.

It was he, in his madness who inspired the tale you are about to be exposed to and I must admit I have incorporated certain aspects of him and the mental state of schizophrenia into the weave. I have also included certain aspects of his conversations with the entities of his mind.

He truly resembled my version of a harlequin in his top hat and multi-coloured patch work tux coat and pants. He walked about with a hand carved walking stick brought back from his lengthy adventure in India, Mumbai I seem to recall.

He always went with a little dance in his step.

His madness was evident in his lengthy conversations with entities that were not there but as clearly there in his own mind as the person sitting or standing next to you would be. He was most often in conversation while strolling alone, hither and tither on his way to nowhere except for some destination in his mind.

I must say that when in conversation with me he was focused and attentive though we were seldom alone. His extra-curricular guest of course never interrupted or interjected but they were there, in the back of the mad Harlequin’s mind.

It was on a cold night in late autumn that I saw him last, the night in the only state of rage I had ever seen him in. It was bitterly humourous and I wonder if I should not have intervene before it came to full bloom, yet, in the end I think the madness would have consumed him to a state of dire harm.

I came by chance to where he stood arguing viciously with a phone booth beating upon it with his walking stick and wailing out something about innocence and some devilish book that might ruin the world.

I understood the innocent essay, but of the book I knew only that it would bring havoc to the world. It was a book he had spoken of but never described or even named.

The police came that night and took him away, I learned later to the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. Though I tried to intervene he looked at me with one flash of lucidity and said, “Let them take me. I am broken.”

I never saw him again but he has never been far from my conscious mind and sometimes I can hear him whispering, “I was and I am Innocent.” Which he was. This referred to an incident long ago that cast him at last into the realm of madness.


Submitted: June 21, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Donald Harry Roberts. All rights reserved.

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Rob73

A dramatically written Science Fiction story.
I liked reading it.

Tue, June 22nd, 2021 2:43am

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TX Rob..Glad yoy liked it

Tue, June 22nd, 2021 4:13am

GilbertZenner

my, very dramatic and well written. kept me hooked.

Thu, July 22nd, 2021 11:05am

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Thank You. Glad you enjoyed it.

Thu, July 22nd, 2021 4:07am

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