The Star Scar

How did I get that scar? This had become my life. Each and every person asking me the same thing. A long story short, you won't believe me, was my answer. My job lost, people around me mocking me, saying things. Not getting job was the hardest thing, loans and rent, everything became harder day by day, until I suddenly got a job letter from a writer. I was an engineer and getting a job letter seemed ridiculous, it seemed like life was also mocking me. Nevertheless, my circumstances made me join that job. When I went to work the first day, I found myself in front of a house which had overgrown plants, dust everywhere and quite an old house was in front of me. I rang the bell, a middle aged man opened the gate and said," Welcome Mr. Arthur .He took me to his room and directed me to seat while he himself sat in front of an old styled computer. My curiosity couldn't wait and surged out. I asked him, "I am an engineer, you are a writer, why did you choose me?" He smiled mysteriously. That was the time when I looked at him properly, he wore clothes larger for his body built, he wore round shaped spectacles and his room was messy, it looked like he had no time to clear up the mess. Suddenly he asked me, "I believe in you, tell me the story of your scar." "You would laugh at me" ,I replied. "No, I won't." "Okay, fine then, but don't mock me then." So I started my story. Actually the truth was that I was myself quite surprised by what had happened to me and was seeking some answers. I was the most the preferred candidate a company could imagine of. But as we all know that other than the professional life everyone has a passion some follow it and some don't. I fortunately was lucky enough to follow my passion along with my professional life. I used to experiment on many things but inspired by Time machine I wanted to invent teleportation so I started working on that in my basement turned laboratory. After experimenting many times I gave up thinking that no such thing existed sitting on the chair staring at the clock when I was just thinking to close everything I noticed that the clock started ticking anticlockwise which was quite abnormal and suddenly it grew bigger and bigger and in no time my wall clock had turned into a massive door.

I was in a confused state that what just happened and then I saw a reflection of myself waving and calling me. Without thinking once I just held the handle and entered through the door. For a short while it was all dark but then I understood that it had to be dark because I was in space. I still couldn't believe that I had invented teleportation. I was in my happy moments thinking about my achievement when suddenly I observed a shadow coming towards me and discovered that it was a satellite. I floated back and all of a sudden something whooshed by and my right hand wrist got hurt. I looked back to see what it was but couldn't find anything and so I just ran back through the door. And when I was back in my lab it felt like nothing happened and everything was as it was. I was happy that I had discovered teleportation but couldn't prove a thing because nobody had that faith or confidence or hope in themselves that they could create a door to magical world. That's how I got the star scar. Seeing writer's reaction Arthur said that "See! I told you, You wouldn't believe a word". The writer did not say a word but instead gave a short grin. Seeing this Arthur got little irritated and left the writer's house. After that incident he never really got a chance to think about the writer and that day. As he was busy in his new job life. In no time he threw a party for his one year of completion in the company. His friends and colleagues were invited. One of his colleague came to him and said that "Are you Mr. Anonymous, the famous children story writer?". Arthur said that "How can you even think that I have time to write a story". The colleague replied and explained him about the book that was published about the same scar which used to tell them. At that moment he recalled that writer and tried contacting him but it seemed like the writer wanted to be really anonymous.