At the same time across the Atlantic, Benny huddled behind a dumpster in Hell's Kitchen, solving a sudoku from a discarded copy of The Post. He'd wrapped himself in newspapers every night for as long as he could remember, but he only noticed the number puzzles a month before. The first time he did the puzzle, a man gave him a dollar for finishing it, and every day, as soon as he finished his puzzle, he found a coin in the street, or a kind passerby gave him some food. He didn't think the puzzles and his new luck were connected but he wasn't going to risk losing it, not now. He scrawled his final digit into the box, a misshapen number 9, and waited for dinner.
In the early Italian sunshine, Marco sat at a table in a Venetian piazza, scrawling equations on a napkin. Sometimes the numbers twisted and turned, leading him on a merry dance through a whole pile of napkins and onto the tablecloth, but today they were behaving themselves, and were slotting into place all over the thin paper. Or were they? Thunder rumbled around the sky as he stared at his equation. He knew it was wrong, but how? Another rumble erupted into a sky rapidly sliding from blue to slate grey. Marco stared at the numbers and swore loudly; he'd written a 3 where there should have been a 4. He corrected the mistake as the waitress brought his brunch. He continued to work on the numbers as the sky lightened.
Seconds ticked, digits flashed on trading floors, hearts beat at around 70 beats per minute, and the numbers continued to spin the universe in the right direction.
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11 comments:
Compulsive math solving is an interesting disorder, and I wonder if their numbers sing to them. I imagine so, maybe much like Elijah. Looks like Marco better watch his work.
I like it, Icy. I like numbers, too.
Interesting story Icy. I wonder what would happen if Elijah didn't finish the equation..... would it have a spiraling effect. Intriguing.
Very cool story concept!
love the idea of this story, would like to know more about all the players, you got my attention - blessings and have a great weekend!
Reminds me of how I behaved when first exposed to differential calculus. Damn equations... so bossy.
I get that way, sometimes. Nice to know my number-crunching is keeping the universe on an even keel!
Great, original story Icy! I absolutely abhor numbers so to me this reads as horror. :)
It's good to know that there are people out there keeping it all in balance. :-)
I like how math was the common denominator (ha) for your characters, and yet they came from different countries and seemingly different circumstances. Interesting that they had such personal relationships with the numbers. I worked with an autistic child who wanted nothing to do with the letter "W" or number "8". Wouldn't write them, touch them, look at them. Unfortunately she was non-verbal; it would have been fascinating to find out the reason(s) for her avoidance.
What a cool idea! I never thought of the music of the spheres having to be generated through human intervention.
Two thumbs up!
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