Many Johns

10 мая 202310 мая 2023

1 мин

John was walking on the street. The street was not familiar to him. Suddenly there appeared rhytmic sound of walking strangers. Then the owners of this sound emerged themselves. They all looked the same - black hat and black coat. They started making a line - some of them stood ahead of John, while others tried to take the place behind him. They all were looking down. - Hey, what is happening?- asked John the gentleman standing next to him. There was no response. - Sorry, Sir, but I am talking to you- said John. This time he tried to speak louder. But he could not acknowledge the difference - the voice was still quiet. - Khem, khem - John cleared his throat and repeated the question. However he could not hear his own voice. Confused by it, he shaked the shoulder of the stranger. At that moment the strangest thing happened- all of the men standing in line quietly at once raised their heads and staired at him. They were ... him. They all were John. Some of them looked the same. Some of

John was walking on the street. The street was not familiar to him. Suddenly there appeared rhytmic sound of walking strangers. Then the owners of this sound emerged themselves.

They all looked the same - black hat and black coat. They started making a line - some of them stood ahead of John, while others tried to take the place behind him. They all were looking down.

- Hey, what is happening?- asked John the gentleman standing next to him. There was no response.

- Sorry, Sir, but I am talking to you- said John. This time he tried to speak louder. But he could not acknowledge the difference - the voice was still quiet.

- Khem, khem - John cleared his throat and repeated the question. However he could not hear his own voice. Confused by it, he shaked the shoulder of the stranger.

At that moment the strangest thing happened- all of the men standing in line quietly at once raised their heads and staired at him. They were ... him. They all were John. Some of them looked the same. Some of them looked younger. And others looked elder. But they all were him. At the very end of the line there was a toddler. And then a child. A teenager. A young man. Him. Elder man. And then lots of Johns. John kept going towards the other end of the line trying to find the old version of himself. He did so. John wanted to ask him everything about his future. The old John seemed to be wise one who knows everything. But he just shaked his head silently and smiled. All the line was smiling at him. Their smiles turned evil. Step back and go to your own place said the loud voice from the sky. All men repeated it. Their voices were awful.