Sane Group of People Flopping

I was born Robert Dimwitty in 1969, to a Middle Class Family with strings attached to the High Class Governance in our Region. My father always has a pinch on politics and money and power but that isn't the case for my mother as my mother is a simple housewife, though she wanted to be a Doctor. She abandoned the idea to marry my father and have me as their son.

In all tell-tale that they have. They adored me and treasured me as if I am their only son.

My older brother, Anthony Dimwitty is eight years older than me and a successful he is. I remembered when he was the one who gave me my everyday penny for my school. To buy ice cream or some licorice in the store at 5th Street near the Abbey.

Oh. What a life I had when I was a kid. I never knew that problems would arise the next day.

I was ten years old then when both of my parents died a horrible death. Oh what a shame. My brother took me for care with his wife and daughter. and they treated me with great interest for five more years. They cherrished me and nurtured me. Helped me with my education until the fire of '84.

I have flopped upside down. What am I to do. My brother is dead. His wife is dead. Their children, too. I can't fathom what to do or what to say.

The fire spreaded like a water spreading in a basin. Fast and accurate. Leaving no trace of anything behind. The only thing they left was me, my clothes, my life.

My eyes filled with worry and dismay.

I tried to outcry. So hard. That I thought my eyes would pop open. Suddenly I felt a warm embrace. A warm solace. So warm, I could hardly felt death. A person. A blanket. A warm cloth. A linen. No. Nylon, I thought.

I went out of it. The sun shone so brightly under my eyes. It exposed me. Warmth me more than I thought it would. What a joy. A joy I thought I would not experience.

"Sir?" A man said

"Yes?" I replied

"Are you Sir Robert Dimwitty?"

"I am sir. Why sir?"

"We have a sad and unfathomably terrible news for you sir."

"What is it?" I asked in curiosness.

"Sir.' he hesitated a moment

"Sir. Your brother perished in the fire at their home. Along with his wife and children?"

"What?" I exclaimed "How? When?"

"Just now." the man said

I blinked. The man was gone. 'Where is he?'

A grim darkness befell me 'where am I then?'

A laugh echoed from the distance. This voice then kept saying

"A yes. These men. Men who kept Sane men. Sane men of a sane group. Sane group of people flopping."

"Sane group of people flopping" It said more than thrice and echoed towards the dark horizon. "Who is this man who flopped sane men?"

I was silent. He then told "Ah the man who started the light and heat.'

"The man who flopped the group of sane men into the fiery pits of a fire."

The man was I. Robert Dimwitty.