Becomes One Hundred Stories #29: Wanders Down Empty Corridors

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Wanders Down Empty Corridors

The boy wandered down empty corridors.

The boy found himself in a big building outside the city. The boy found himself in a big, empty falling down building outside the city of a new land.

How he got to the new land or the city or the building he did not know.

The boy had entered the building when the rain started, and as he wandered down the empty corridors of the big building outside the city of a new land, the boy could hear the rain fall heavily on the roof of the big building.

The boy wandered down the empty corridors of the first floor of the building, then he found the stairs and wandered down the empty corridors of the second floor of the big building.

The boy liked wandering alone in large, empty spaces. In big empty spaces.

The boy listened to the rain fall heavier on the roof of the big building when he went up to the third floor of the big building, and the rain continued to fall heavier as he wandered down the empty corridors of the third floor.

The boy lay down in the middle of an empty corridor of the third floor, and he closed his eyes, and he listened to the rain fall heavier on the roof of the big building.

The boy did not fall asleep.

The boy did not fall asleep, but he did fall into a deep, meditative state.

In the boy’s deep, meditative state, he contemplated nothingness. And he entered the nothingness, and he became one with the nothingness.

The boy did not know how much time had passed when he found himself once more on the third floor of the big building in the middle of an empty corridor. He did not know how much time had passed, but he could still hear the rain fall heavier on the roof of the big building.

The boy wondered how much heavier the rain fell on the roof of the big building on higher floors. The boy wondered how heavily the rain could fall in the city of the new land.

The boy finished wandering down the empty corridors of the third floor, and when he found the stairs, he went up the stairs all the way to the top floor.

The boy lost count of how many floors he climbed. He lost count of the floors, but he could hear the echo of the rain falling heavier and heavier the higher he went.

The boy entered the top floor of the big building outside the city of the new land, and he wandered down the empty corridors. He wandered down the empty corridors, and he listened to the rain fall heaviest. The rain fell heaviest on the roof of the big building when the boy wandered down the empty corridors of the top floor.

The boy found an open door down one of the corridors of the top floor, and he stepped through the door. He stepped through the door and found himself in a small room. He found himself in a small room with a small window. The boy went to the small window and he looked out the small window. He looked out the small window and saw nothing but rain. He saw the rain falling, and he could hear the rain fall heaviest.

The boy thought he could spend the rest of his life in that small room. He thought he could spend the rest of his life looking at the rain and listening to the rain fall heaviest on the roof of the big building outside the city of the new land.

But then the boy became hungry. The boy became hungry and he knew he would not be able to spend the rest of his life in the small room looking at the rain and listening to the rain fall heaviest on the roof of the building. He would need to eat. He would need to eat or the rest of his life would be very short if he stayed in the small room looking at the rain and listening to the rain fall heaviest on the roof of the big building.

The boy left the small room and found the stairs and descended the stairs to the first floor. He noticed that the stairs descended further than the first floor, but he was hungry, and he did not want to explore the lower levels of the big building on an empty stomach.

The boy found the bag he had left on the first floor, and he found nothing in his bag, and he ate nothing, and he felt much better. He always felt better when he ate nothing, and then the boy felt he had the strength to descend to the lower levels of the big building outside the city of the new land. And the boy still did not know how he had arrived in the new land or the city or the big building.

The boy entered the stairway and he could hear the rain fall on the roof of the big building, but it did not fall as heavily as he had heard it fall on the upper floors of the big building. The boy was sure it fell just as heavily on the roof of the big building no matter where he was in the big building, but he did not hear it fall so heavily as he had heard it fall when he was on the upper floors of the big building. The boy was sure it fell just as heavily on the roof of the big building, but he could not hear it fall heavily or heavier or heaviest. He could only just hear it fall.

The boy descended one level of the stairs below the first floor of the big building, and when the boy entered the level below the first floor, he could no longer hear the rain fall. He could not hear the rain fall at all.

The boy entered the stairway once more, and he could hear the rain fall, so he knew it had not stopped falling. He simply could not hear it fall when he was on the level below the first floor instead of in the stairway.

The boy entered the level below the first floor and again he could no longer hear the rain fall on the roof of the big building.

The boy wandered down the empty corridors of the level below the first floor. The boy wandered down the empty corridors of the level below the first floor, and he did not hear the rain fall on the roof of the big building. He did not hear it fall, but he was sure it still fell.

The boy went down one more level, and he wandered down its empty corridors. He wandered down its empty corridors, and he did not hear the rain fall on the roof of the big building. But when he was in the stairway, he could hear the rain fall lightly on the roof of the big building.

The boy went down one more level, and he wandered down its empty corridors. He wandered down its empty corridors, and he did not hear the rain fall on the roof of the big building. But when he was in the stairway, he could hear the rain fall lighter on the roof of the big building.

The boy wondered how many levels down the stairs went, and he wondered how far down he would have to go to hear the rain fall lightest on the roof of the big building.

The boy descended the stairs. The boy descended the stairs until he reached the bottom of the stairs. He had lost count of how many levels he had descended. He had lost count of how many levels he had descended, but he could still hear the rain fall lightest on the roof of the big building.

The boy could hear the rain fall lightest until he stepped into the lowest level under the big building, and he heard nothing at all when he wandered down the empty corridors of the lowest level.

The boy found an open door, and he stepped through the door and found himself in a small room. The small room had a window that looked out on nothing. The boy crawled out the window into the nothingness on the other side, and he remained there for the rest of his life.

To read more stories in the series, see the Becomes One Hundred Stories page.