Who Stole Know

By Lucus Anthony Ren

There your brain simply stopped. It had to. It tired understanding all of what it saw, and had seen from the time it woke up till now, looking, hearing, touching, and smelling this world. It tried to think what your father was doing with the newspaper. Where the lunch box was. What the hidden eye of Bruce’s father was looking at, and where Ping was, for that was the most upsetting factor in all this crazy uncertainty, which could not be the same place it went to bed last night in. Your brain was thinking, but couldn’t think. It knew, but couldn’t know. Because knowing, it seemed, was gone from everything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucus Anthony Ren
• Release date: May 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370994779

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Who Stole Know

Who Stole Know

By Lucus Anthony Ren

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Lucus Anthony Ren

Who stole Know

© 2017, Lucus Anthony Ren

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Who Stole Know

'If you were supposed to know it, you probably would.'

- Just about everyone -

For my beloved wife, who taught me what was real

Chapter 1

I Don’t Know

Waking that morning not sure, now in the sun without a shadow, a darkness named Ping, was a very frightful thing indeed.

Certainly strange. Your mother acted strange when she came into your room that morning mumbling, ‘Get up…scho…but…don’t…. why.’ When she turned to leave you saw she was wearing her shirt backwards.

Your father reading the newspaper in front of you at the table, was not strange, but the voice lowly muttering something you couldn’t understand because your father never talked while reading. As you walked past him father with your orange juice you stopped and looked at the paper. Surprise at first, then you burst out with a great laugh. The paper, was upside down.

And that was your morning before going to school. Now, waiting for the school bus, the heat from the sun began to bother you. And where was Ping? And why had you no school books? And where was the lunch box your mother always had ready on the table filled with all the yummies for that day? You didn’t know. But you weren’t alone. Other children gathered at the bus stop just as always each morning. Today there was something wrong with them. Something very wrong indeed.

All either stood quietly or stumbled, wondering aimlessly about. Billy who lived two houses up from you, rocked himself slowly from to side looking directly into the sun. His head twisted round so strangely you would think it’d crack off and fall onto the dirt. Susan had on one foot her pretty pink dress shoe, while the other a hiking boot from her father which rose almost to her knee. Mark was a complete mess. Which he never was for Eric always wore the finest, newest, most expensive cloths, in fact you wondered why Eric was even here at all because Eric’s father always drove him to school. They had an enormous car but never took any of the other children with them. Eric said his father didn’t have time to take anyone but himself to school. It wasn’t that at all, but everyone knew the real reason.

Looking at them all you thought, what are they all doing here? Some where from other bus stops. They must have walked all the way to this stop. But why? Then you noticed a most horrid smell. A mixture of vomit and from your breakfast was fast approaching, at least this is what you thought, but then a firm hand grip your shoulder causing you to leap. Turing you looked into an unbuttoned shirt, holding its fat hairy stomach. Slowly your eyes followed the shirt upward and there Bruce Randen’s father stood. Now, Bruce’s father as everyone knew, was the principle of the high school, and a most respected person in the community. Looking at him now, one would think he’d just woken from sleeping is a trash heap smelling horrible. ‘Why aren’t you in school?’ he whispered with one eye closed and the other eye hidden behind a broken pair of dark sun glasses.

There your brain simply stopped. It had to. It tired understanding all of what it saw, and had seen from the time it woke up till now, looking, hearing, touching, and smelling this world. It tried to think what your father was doing with the newspaper. Where the lunch box was. What the hidden eye of Bruce’s father was looking at, and where Ping was, for that was the most upsetting factor in all this crazy uncertainty, which could not be the same place it went to bed last night in. Your brain was thinking, but couldn’t think. It knew, but couldn’t know. Because knowing, it seemed, was gone from everything.

Oh yes. That was the secret part. In all of this. You see. Your brain did know the answers to all the questions you were thinking, but like all the other children and grownups in this world your brain had forgotten something. And like all the other brains it was trying to remember what it was it had forgotten. In fact it was trying so hard to remember, it was not aware something all around was slowly changing. In fact, it was changing for some time, but no one really noticed it. Some thought they had noticed, but not really. In fact some did, but didn’t.

And that’s when you woke up with upside-down newspapers, and backward shirts. A world of children like yourself, mixed with scary, stinking grownups, all wandering without any idea, all brains thinking, and a few actually saying allowed….I don’t know.

Chapter 2

See What You Think

Now, how could any of this really happen? Or better, Are you kidding me? You might say to yourself, or your friends, or even your family. You might also be thinking, just a thought. Which, in fact you were just having. But are you sure? Of anything. And if you are, what would it mean? Would you be right? Or wrong? A yes, or a no? What sound would it make? This thought you just had, or