“That’s not fair! That’s not fair at all!”
Mr. Henry Bemis feels miserable. There is all the time that he needs, but his eyeglasses got shattered. Just how much painful is it to feel your dearest books around you, but cannot read them? Aside from being in the midst of nowhere, he now can never read. Just how much painful is that? Mr. Bemis can die in pain alone.
“This is too much. Maybe I could just shoot myself and die and leave these miseries! I will be forgiven, maybe I will, yes, I will be.”
As he is saying this, Mr. Bemis walks to find his way back to where he found the gun which will supposedly kill him earlier. But it seems he is lost. He tries to go in the other direction. He walks and walks and trips. He stumbled upon a dead man covering his face. Mr. Bemis would just leave the man when he saw something glistening. He takes a closer look, and…
“Oh! Oh… oh. Glasses! Eyeglasses!”
The man, it seems, is wearing an eyeglasses that did not shatter because he is covering his face and head when the explosion came. Mr. Bemis took his eyeglasses and wears it. It takes a little while for his eyes to adjust but he now can read. The eyeglasses do not give him a very clear sight but with this, he can do his reading. Miracle of miracles! Mr. Bemis goes back to the remains of the Public Library and starts reading.
His reading seems to go on forever, but as a human, he has necessities. He starves now. But there is no food left. He ignores all aches that his body feels. At least he’s done what he wants before he dies. At least he’ll die with a grateful heart.
He stops reading in a moment, looks at the distance, and notices something unfair once again. Just a few walks from the library lay the remains of an optical shop. He goes in there and finds many eyeglasses unaffected by the explosion. Mr. Bemis becomes gloomy.
“This is not fair! This is not fair at all! I have all the glasses I need… but my body is now weak. My time is running out.”
Keanne Samar, 2013-16445
Mr. Henry Bemis feels miserable. There is all the time that he needs, but his eyeglasses got shattered. Just how much painful is it to feel your dearest books around you, but cannot read them? Aside from being in the midst of nowhere, he now can never read. Just how much painful is that? Mr. Bemis can die in pain alone.
“This is too much. Maybe I could just shoot myself and die and leave these miseries! I will be forgiven, maybe I will, yes, I will be.”
As he is saying this, Mr. Bemis walks to find his way back to where he found the gun which will supposedly kill him earlier. But it seems he is lost. He tries to go in the other direction. He walks and walks and trips. He stumbled upon a dead man covering his face. Mr. Bemis would just leave the man when he saw something glistening. He takes a closer look, and…
“Oh! Oh… oh. Glasses! Eyeglasses!”
The man, it seems, is wearing an eyeglasses that did not shatter because he is covering his face and head when the explosion came. Mr. Bemis took his eyeglasses and wears it. It takes a little while for his eyes to adjust but he now can read. The eyeglasses do not give him a very clear sight but with this, he can do his reading. Miracle of miracles! Mr. Bemis goes back to the remains of the Public Library and starts reading.
His reading seems to go on forever, but as a human, he has necessities. He starves now. But there is no food left. He ignores all aches that his body feels. At least he’s done what he wants before he dies. At least he’ll die with a grateful heart.
He stops reading in a moment, looks at the distance, and notices something unfair once again. Just a few walks from the library lay the remains of an optical shop. He goes in there and finds many eyeglasses unaffected by the explosion. Mr. Bemis becomes gloomy.
“This is not fair! This is not fair at all! I have all the glasses I need… but my body is now weak. My time is running out.”
Keanne Samar, 2013-16445
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