Dreams of the Day

The first one.

I received it. The very first one. It was the first of many that would come. It came in an unexpected fashion. As I was frolicking around, basking in conversations, hopping between clusters of people, it was thrust into my hands. A gift, with a note.

A little sniff at it along with observation of its colour and bell-like shape revealed the identity of this object. Plantae Rosales Rosaceae Pyrus communis or in laymen’s terms, a Packham pear. I looked to the one who passed this fruit to me, a girl who was just a messenger. Or so she claimed. She denied being the giver of the gift but was it really true? With a series of questions bombarded at this messenger with the aim of exposing any anomaly in her answers that may lead to the solution to this mystery, I came to no conclusion.

I had an uphill task of deducing this mystery. All I had to work on was this piece of pip fruit. A Packham pear, sufficiently ripen and ready for consumption. Pears are climacteric fruits which means that they are able to ripen even after being picked or harvested. Pears, specifically are picked about a fortnight before ripening because during that stage, it is relatively harder and has lesser tendency to bruise during shipping. A gentle squeeze on my pear confirms that it is indeed ripe. This eliminates the possibility of it coming from a farm nearby. Thus, it could only be from a supermarket. Coles, Woolworths, Fruity Capers or any convenience stores could be the origin of this gift. There are just too many possibilities, it is impossible to deduce anything at this point. The giver is indeed a smart one at covering their tracks.

I was stumped, but then it struck me. The note! Another important clue to solve this mystery. The handwriting was nothing I have seen before and the message probably didn’t give any indication to the writer. But it was signed off with a diagram. This was intriguing.

This was the identity the giver chose to represent them. This was vast progress in my mystery conquest. This information, coupled with the words of the messenger, I can safely assume that this pear and note was given by my Angel. It fits in with the fact that there was an ongoing event known as the Angel and Mortal Game.

Thus, it begins.