Snapshots through time: Jonah’s story

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Liana paused outside Ezra’s office, she could see him reading her research, her heart began to race as she saw him pick up the letter that had started her on this path. She could still remember the look on Jonah’s face when he had presented her with the letter.

She had been working at the Havers mental institute for four months wondering if she would ever match the success of her first thesis when Jonah stopped her for a chat. Usually out of his mind on multiple medication, he seemed lucid as he gestured her over.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Jonah had said.

Liana had sighed and shaken her head.

“I can prove it to you.”

Liana still didn’t know what had made her stay, maybe it was the small smile on his face, but she had listened to him, and what he had said on that day and the months that followed proved to her something she would months ago had insisted was impossible.

Jonah had always wanted to prove the existence of reincarnation, but it seemed like whenever he had gotten his story straight his mind would rebel against him, as if he wasn’t supposed to remember. As if his mind was self-sabotaging to stop him from remembering to prevent him from telling his story.

But it seemed like providence when a world-renowned psychiatrist had started working at the institute, it had taken his months to get his meds reduced to he could be gather his thoughts. Despite this he hadn’t expected her to believe him, but she had. It had taken her months to get the full story out of him, relapses dogged his footsteps, the more he remembered the more his mind rebelled. But the letter and the story surrounding it, that he would never forget.

Short Story: Snapshots through time: Ezra’s information

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Ezra was so absorbed in the information he was reading that he was almost startled into jumping when Sanella walked up behind him.

“What are you doing here?” She said indignantly.

Instead of justifying why he was snooping around in her office, he stood up properly and met her irate gaze.

“What did she find?” Ezra said.

Sanella glared at him but then her hand settled on her stomach briefly before she looked away and sat down at her desk.

Ezra noted the action as he waited for her to continue.

“Nothing yet,” She said not meeting his gaze as she re-shuffled the documents on her desk.

“After almost two years?”

Sanella nodded absently.

“Do you know why I hired Liana?” Ezra asked.

Sanella glanced up her gaze heated. “She is an excellent researcher the best –”

“Everyone in this building is intelligent, I hired her because Liana is a scientist at heart, she likes her facts. Unlike Masla who worships Freud and loves the subconscious, I know Liana would never come to you with mere speculation.” Ezra said, “tell me what she found.”

Sanella glanced at the door and Ezra went to shut it and closed the blinds for good measure before turning to her his gaze expectant.

Sanella started laughing.

“What do you really think I’m about to tell you? That she has discovered the meaning of life?” Sanella continued to laugh.

Ezra waited patiently.

“She has,” Sanella began lightly, “proven cases of reincarnation. There now you can leave.”

“Why would I?”

“You don’t honestly believe her, do you?” Sanella said all humour gone.

“Ordinarily no,” Ezra said pausing and Sanella seemed to relax a little, “but the mere fact that you tried to keep it from me, proves that she is onto something.”

He walked to the door, “I want all her research brought to my office.”

 

Short Story: Snapshots through time