Dim Black

I was looking at Green when he saw the sun rising for a thousand times. Green is my cousin, the only chum and brother of mine. We had been together in rainy and sunny, sadness and happiness since we were children. We shared each other what we felt. He is stronger and wiser than me. He thought that we had to pass everything happened to us patiently.
“Come on, Red!” said he “It is no longer cloudy, smile please!”
Actually, I was fed up with all things Green and I had. Every time I opened my eyes, what I saw was only Green. I used to ask me myself “Will we have another to be our friend or will we be only two forever in this large dry silent meadow?” but I could never find the answer.
“What are you thinking about, Red?” asked Green. I did not reply but smiled at him.
“hmm… something that you have to understand is that two are better than one and one is better than none” he said.
Green, whom I considered as my brother as well as my teacher, tried to tell me something that sometimes I could hardly understand. He told me many things, many impossible things until I felt sleepy.
“Is there anyone there? Anyone can hear me?”
“I am listening, Green” I said while I tried to open widely my eyes but green did not give any response, he just stared at some thing what I did not know.
“What are you looking at, Green?” I asked.
“I am looking at where the voice has been from” he answered.
I would hardly understand what he said if I did not see a man standing on a stone near us. It was the first time for us to see a man since we were two years.
“Is there anyone wants to hear me?” he said again almost cried. He took his shirt off and run to us. He jolted Green and me. “Do you mind listening to me, Tree?” he asked Green.
“No, I don’t mind. I will listen to what you will tell me” said Green surprising me.
“My God! You can speak, Tree?” he was more surprised than me. When he heard green speaking, he jumped back till he fell down.
“Yes! And tree, beside me, can too” he added.
It was one of impossible things I could not hardly believe but Green; he always believed all things even unreasonable thing.
“I am Green and this is Red. What is your name man?” introduced Green.
“I am Black, Dim Black” answered the man doubtfully.
Black sat and moved nearby me. He tried hard to ensure himself that what happened was a real. “You are not dreaming, Black,” Green said suddenly, as if he knew what Black was thinking “It is a great gift of you being able to speak with us as well as ours”.
I was just listening because I had no more idea about it. However, since that time I could believe what Green had said to me.
“Well, what is the point of your coming here and shouting such a question over there?” I asked Black.
“I want someone to listen to my story. And now I am just looking for someone who wants to listen to it,” he replied “would you listen to it, Trees? If you would, it will be great because this is the first time for me finding listener of my story”.
“What sort of story will you tell?” asked Green.
I was wondering what kind of the story he would tell till he went to this place just to find a listener.
“Are you sure you will listen to my story?” he asked happily. But before we answered his question, he started telling his story.
“There is a rich man in one village. He can get many things he wants because of his wealth but one thing,” he took a breath for a second “well, don’t you feel bored with your condition, Trees” he asked before continuing his story.
“Why should we be bored?” inquired Green.
“You are used to staying with Red only and so Red too” was the reply.
“I never,” Green answered “Just continue telling your story, Black!” added Green.
I knew Green did not want me to answer Black’s question because he probably knew what I would answer.
“Although the man is rich but he never feels happy,” continued Black “he is sick, he gets a cancer in his head. What makes him unhappy is not because he cannot buy the cure. He has already bought the cures but the cures cause him to be more suffered. He becomes more sick and sick but no one surrounding him knows and wants to know it. No one cares, but anyone wants his wealth. He needs that one and he is really sure that he just needs that one. He promises that if he finds that one he will be very grateful.”
Black stopped telling. He took a breath once more. I wanted to ask him something but he was first “do you know Trees what I mean that one?”
“Of course not, you have the story” I answered and Green just kept silent.
“Well, I’ll tell you next” he said “now, I gotta go”. He stood up, stepped forward, and turned around “By the way, what dream do you dream most, Trees?” he asked
“I wish I could have another to be my friend” I answered.
Green did not tell his wish, he smiled at me and said that he just would wait for Black to finish the story.
“Well, see you next, Trees! Nice to see you” he went away and disappeared under the Sun ray.
After the conversation with Black, Green and I tried to guess what that one Black meant. Green said that the means of that one was a girl and I guessed the means of that one was happiness itself. However, we decided to wait for his next story.
Time by time we had been waiting for him but he never came. One day in the morning, when we had woken up, we found some people planted some trees around us. I did not understand where they were from. “Hi, everybody!” greeted me “it is glad to see you” I added happily but only the trees answered my greeting, none of people. To my surprise, all the trees were young apples. Finally, I could find others, not another, to be my friends. I was very happy but Green gave no response. He just acted as usual as if there was not something special.
I thought it would be happier if Black was here. He never came and finished his story since his previous appearance. I wondered where he was. I asked Green but he had no idea about him. I tried to ask my new young friends but no one ever knew him.
All the questions had been answered in the other morning when I saw an old man approaching Green and me. “Thank you Green, thank you Red. You are ‘that one’,” he said “from Dig Black” he added. Then, the old man turned back and left us.