Call me 'Mortimer'

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: December 28, 2011

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Call me 'Mortimer'

 

 

Wandering around in one's house all day long, waiting for my heart to finally give in is not something I dreamed of as a kid. In fact, my life long dream was to become a lawyer, but not a defence lawyer who has to stand up for cruel criminals and grim murderers. I wanted to be an environmental lawyer, who were to save all animals from extinction and give them a better chance of survival in the wild, all by themselves. Of course these were childish dreams and none of them had come true, the bright life I was going to live didn't really work out and now I'm sitting here pondering over the reason why. My heart had failed me like I had failed my dreams. I couldn't help to wonder how different my life would have turned out, hadn't it been for that forsaken heart. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, so I began the journey to the hall. I opened up and before me stood a man with a pityful smile. He seemed to be in no rush nor did he seem to mind the rain that was pouring down. But maybe I was wrong about that last part because in a hoarse voice he asked, "Hello, may I come in?"

Since I didn't mind company and was going to drop dead momentaraly anyways, I granted his wish to enter. No words were spoken as he took off his long black coat and hung it up neatly on a hanger. "I'm sorry but, who are you?" I asked. "Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself. You see, I do this a lot and I tend to forget the social aspects of a house visit. I am here to talk about your heart condition and you may call me Mortimer." With a now little better understanding of who this man was we proceeded into the kitchen where, I referred him to the kitchen table and he accepted a cup of coffee. "So is this some sort of therapy for my illness or are you some sort of priest who is supposed to be my redemption", I asked with a touch of sarcasm. "Haha no, that I certainly am not. I work for a 'company' that guides various people. Often sick people, like yourself.", his answer left a lot to be unanswered, and I found him rather peculiar. "So, you are like a guidance counsellor for people in trouble?" He smiled his pityful smile again, and answered with a superior tone, "Something like that. I show them where they can find peace in themselves and how to come to terms with their lives. It's not a very common occupation. Actually, I am the only one doing it." I felt like he wasn't telling me everything. But he was the one to guide me so I left it at that. "Wow, that sounds depressing. You must go through a lot of suffering in your line of work." I said without even considering that he might take offense. He seemed quite unaffected as he answered with his still mellow tone, "It's a rather grim profession, somedays it's heaven and other days it's hell. The latter of which isn't really that bad, by the way. I find it rather soothing but maybe that's just me."

We talked for a very long time. I was enthralled by his way of talking and the fact that he seemed to have everything under control made me feel safe in a way. I found it odd that a stranger like this could have such a big impact on me. I could tell he had been doing this job for a long time despite which, he looked rather young. We discussed life and death and everything in between and just when I was about to express my appreciation for him stopping by, he suddenly but gently thrust his palm towards me, as if he were gesturing me to stop.

"Do you feel at peace? Is my job here done?" he asked in a voice soft as silk. And the truth is that I really felt at peace. With Mortimer by my side I felt like I could understand the world and why I got sick finally made some sort of sense. It was a strange feeling, one which I have never felt before. I did not answer his question but my eyes must have given me away because his smile shone again but without the pity it once imprisoned. "I think you are ready. Take my hand." he said and raised his hand, inviting mine to take it. And so I did.


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