Kept in Guilt

Sunlight came as woven strands, free and united, flowing into a day it revealed and solidified, making the world of the nightly dreams beautiful memories. In a busy downtown, each tree was a masterpiece, each branch was magical, and the streets were the plane of every architecture.

Doctor Plainn was sitting on the swivel chair in his office, typing on his computer, analyzing some chemical equations when his phone flashed on his table, and the most unexpected name appeared on the six inches screen.

"It's such a rare phenomenon that you're calling me," Doctor Plainn exclaimed in wonderment as he picked the call. "It's been more than two weeks. How was your trip? Have you recovered from the jet lag?"

There was a silence and it required exactly five seconds for the other line to respond to his question.

"How do you know I've come back?"

"Who doesn't know? You're like a celebrity in the underworld," the doctor teased. "Marvel Yerevan."