Summary: A short short inspired by Phileas Fogg from Jules Verne’s Around the World in 80 Days
Brett Coreander wasn’t much supportive of new things. His life was routine, planned out by clockwork, ticked down by seconds, minutes, hours, days, and months.
There was merit in keeping time.
His friends and neighbors thought him odd, but wonderfully controlled and defined. Determined in most of everything. Stepping left and stepping right, one foot in front of the other. Precise and unburdened by unpredictability and unforeseen fortune, defiant of Fate herself.
As many believed, life was to be more rewarding if lived in the fast lane, a lane of surprise and hurt, of happiness and tears. A lane of human life and breaths of frosty air and sun-dyed skies.
Nevertheless, Brett Coreander saw that life wasn’t in the fast lane at all, but a life bleeding into oncoming traffic. Without counting steps and keeping seconds, there lives a moment of undeniable blindness in the corner of the eye, the flashing light and sounding horn. A breaking of bone, tearing of flesh, and the fleeting beat of the heart. The blanket of black and blue.
Brett Coreander believed there was merit in keeping time.
The Uncharted Word 