Part 01

Philospher Noo stood still for as long as it took. He just could not watch the young man squirm any longer than he thought it was necessary. He stooped to see if he had finally noticed him but it only showed there was nothing he could do for his pain. The rain which he feared would not stop yet, got worse and even in his warm clothes he was beginning to feel the drop in temperature: warmth he formerly felt in my spine. The yard he found them in wasn’t strewn with dilapidated cars and washing machines as some yards were, but it’s far apart walls were whitewashed, and the flowers which had been planted to bring out the humane habitable character of the place had not started blooming, but indicated growth. Someone, he noted had been here recently. He said a silent prayer. He thought it would be obnoxious for him not to at least do what little he could do for the pain of the young man, but he had next to nothing with him to ease the man’s pains and groans.

Joachim; that was not his name but he named him as such because he had a Joe Cole badge on his shirt which was barely visible from the dark and the rain. The rain pelted down in droves, so badly he decided against carrying him in the rain, if he died he would have himself to blame.

He is Philosopher Noo. His names are Philosopher Noo, he is an engineer by profession but a writer and a historian by interest. He kept avoiding a direct stare down at the little teenager, a little girl of fourteen who stood by her mother in askance and spoke her place.

‘’Sorry, we won’t do that, it is an unhappy weather.’’

They refused him audience, they even refused to take his word for it that someone had been attacked in the yard down the street. So he left. He said an audible prayer and walked away in the freezing rain.