I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone
Volg stepped outside his home and locked his door. You
never knew these days what was outside. People were getting gunned down
for 5 dollars by streetpunks high on dope. Volg squinted in the misty
light of the morning. There was only a hint of sunlight in the sky, a soft
grey-blue light that could hardly be seen. Volg didn't like it. He loved
those elaborate sunrises with orange, reds and purples to brighten the sky.
Not this small watery sun behind layers of fog.
Volg got his bike, opened his fence and rode out. He always left 15
minutes before his train would leave the station and it was a 5 minute
bikeride over there, but he had to cross a bridge famous for letting boats
pass through on the wrong time. It hadn't bothered him yet, meaning his
At the thought of being late Volg shuddered. There was nothing worse than
being late. He wouldn't arrive late at work, Volg always took the train an
hour early. But just the thought of loosing time was torture.
Volg turned round the corner and cursed when he saw the roadworks. Bicycle
riders were prompted to step off and walk around the workmen. But so were
pedestrians and a bunch of them were waiting. Volg spotted some old ladies
and lost his patience. They'd take forever to get to the other side.
"I can still make it. I've got 10 minutes to spare." he reminded
Not if I get stuck in front of the bridge, he immediately thought.
No! Don't think about it, that will make it happen, he yelled at
Volg started to feel a bit watched. He'd been tapping his fingers and
looking back a lot. They were all in on this. Volg looked angry at the old
ladies and looked back. She smiled at him and shrugged. But in her smile
he could see the hidden pleasure. She loved making him get late.
Volg jumped on his bicycle and turned to the road. He raced round the
works. Cars honked at him but that didn't matter. He had got to get away.
He heard screaming and saw some of the old ladies pointing at him. Volg
looked back and tried to see if one of the cars was following him. The
women clearly had had it in for him. He had been right to run.
Volg started to paddle faster when he got to the hill leading to the
bridge. It's still open, flashed through his mind and he was just
relaxing when he heard the dreaded sound of the warning bell. The beams
closed and Volg had to stop. To his astonishment he saw the boat that
needed to pass was still a mile away and by the looks of it it wasn't
going fast. It wants me to lose time, he knew.
Volg waited. It was all he could do, but he hated it. Losing time was like
losing life. That was probably one of the reasons he never dated. Why go
through the entire process of dating to find out you weren't right for
each other? And probably why he never visited his mother. Why when she was
going to die anyway?
Finally the boat passed. Volg checked his watch, he still had 7 minutes,
that would be enough. He looked up and waited for the bridge to come back
down. It didn't. Volg searched the horizon and noted the bridge the trains
took was still open. Another boat was coming. Freakishly slow too. Volg
gave up. He was going to be late. Finally, when that boat too had passed
the bridge came down. Volg checked his watch again. 4 minutes. Would he
make it? He should at least try.
But that irritating girl in front of him just didn't want to go faster
than walking speed. She was headed for the train too, he had seen her. She
was so relaxed about missing her train he almost thought she came from
another planet. But then she was a highschooler. Getting to school late
was probably more of a trophie for her. Despicable. Volg passed her the
very first opportunity he had. 3 minutes.
"This isn't my day at all." he grinded through his teeth.
He noticed cars passing him. cars he knew. Normally he saw them arrive at
the station. Cars had the advantage now. People inside were dropped off
while he still had to lock his bike. Volg grabbed his briefcase from it
and pulled out the lock. He locked his bike and ran up. The train was
already waiting. The doors were closed. Volg looked for an opening.
There! Someone of the train-personnel was still looking out. He ran
"Can I still get in?" he asked. Most of the time they let the
people enter. He might just be saved.
"No, sorry, the light is green. I can't let you in anymore." she
"But you're not moving yet."
"We will be any second now."
Any second turned out to be a minute later. He saw her close the door
without even looking back at him. CONSPIRACY, his mind told him, People
want to mess with your mind. Volg looked around. Maybe he shouldn't go
to work today. Just to give his followers a hard time.
Volg ran down the ramp to the street level. He grabbed his bike, unlocked
it and headed home. Of course that was the first place they'd look for
him. Or maybe
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