It began with a question.

“How could this be?”

Fred considered all the alternatives.  His mind was racing in 17 different directions at once.

He rolled the die.  It came up 3.  That mean turn left.  Right?  Go Straight?

Fred had no clue actually.  Which  made his certainty that he had to be right confusing to all of the others around him.

Of course Fred couldn’t see anyone around him.  He was in his own world and regardless that he standing on the sidewalk of a busy intersection, in his mind he was in a maze made of cardboard boxes shaped like the Great Wall of China.  And in his mind he was supposed to find the treasure, the flame of life that opened up everyone’s eyes.

Fred just stood there staring at the die in his hands.  He looked at it with wide open eyes, waiting for it to change.  This was ridiculous of course.  Although Fred had gotten it from a strange hobo after winning a Yahtzee game against him.   The hobo told him it had magical powers, that it had led the hobo to that exact spot where he eventually played Fred (Strange enough that spot was under a bridge in Hoboken.

Fred knew the die wouldn’t lie to him.  He just had to wait long enough.  So he stood there… staring at the die in his open hand waiting for something to happen.

And then it did….