Antinarrative Three

A thunderhead drew up in the sky. Many miles away a ripened fig dropped from a tree and an ant scuttled over it in a manner that would seem like curiosity to a thing that was not an ant. A guy somewhere else was just sitting somewhere doing nothing. Then, just as he was about to nod off to sleep a carriage pulled by four tremendous horses arrived outside a house in a different country. Inside the house a middle aged man heard a minor commotion outside and got up to see what was going on.

To his surprise he found that a dark colored carriage pulled by four tremendous horses was waiting outside, however, it was a different carriage than the one previously mentioned which was actually bright yellow with red trim and would never had been mistaken for this dark and foreboding carriage. It’s difficult to say where the first carriage was at all because it was never mentioned where exactly it was, though it remains integral to this story because it is included within it. A lightning bolt shot down from the sky and a thunderclap rang through the town, rattling windows and their shutters. The middle aged man looked up and saw that the sky was without a single cloud and bright blue because this most recent lightening bolt had struck somewhere far away from him, but he felt a kind of palpable dread deep in his bones as if a thunderbolt had just struck loudly somewhere nearby him, as the carriage was very grim looking and the horses were chomping at their bits with some sort of emotion that would seem like fear and determination to a thing that was not a horse. And what did the horses really feel? thought the man looking at them. And the man looking at the horses all-at-once was not totally sure if he was the man looking at the horses pulling the grim-looking carriage or the one with red trim. He felt this uncertainty, unable to put words to it, because if he was indeed the man looking at the horses pulling the carriage with red trim, he was totally unaware of some other man looking at a dark carriage and vice versa. In other words it was not confusing at all to the man, but only in the explanation of why it was confusing did the confusion lie, since to either man there was no suggestion of any other man or carriage but the one which he was currently looking at. What is confusing is why either of them would feel any confusion at all in this situation, as if they were somehow psychically aware of the confusing way in which they were being described. It was then that both of them, in different places and times, simultaneously thought to themselves about the fact that all stories take place nowhere.