The Adventures of Mark Anthony [part I]

sidenote: this has no point. You don’t have to read it, either. You could just walk away now. We’ll both be happier. Just walk away…



MARK: Anthony’s best friend

ANTHONY: Mark’s best friend

I am going to tell you a story now. It is a short story of tragedy and of wonder. And of two men—-both very short, both very wondrous.

They would go on adventures together. One always before the other, for how can you go on two adventures at once?

We begin with Mark Anthony sitting at a table doing nothing.

“What wonders shall befall us today, dear friend?” asked Anthony.

“I don’t know Anthony,” said Mark.

And they sat and they wondered what wondrous things were surely about to happen to them. But nothing happened that entire day, and they were disappointed.

Mark Anthony walked in rain together, feeling sad. At the train station they parted ways, for Anthony lived 300,000 miles south-east from his friend, who lived in the Grunchan Town Harbor Village.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, old pal!” shouted Anthony as the train began to pick up speed.

“Come no later than five, dear friend!”

“I’ll be there!”

Mark turned away from the platform. He and Anthony had been friends for longer than he could remember.

So long, in fact, that when referring to the two of them, people no longer bothered placing an ‘and’ between their names. Why, he had been only 27 when Anthony had first knocked on his door, wondering where the Milk Festival was taking place that year.

At least, Anthony had told him that was when they’d met, but Mark could never be sure that it was true.

His first recollection of Anthony was when he was 37 and living in Denmark. But he’d suffered severe head trauma on his 37th birthday when he was hit by a train, and could remember nothing that had happened before that time.

Because of this, Mark could truthfully say that he had known Anthony for longer than he could remember. But ever since that faithful day Mark had nursed a rational fear of trains, which was why Anthony made the commute to visit every morning and evening, instead of switching off who traveled (as some people would have thought common sense).

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