“Perpetual” by A.A.Alejo
His mother said they could go to the toy store to pick something up for his birthday, so when the light of the sun hit his eyelids that morning, Ben jumped out from his bed and run to the kitchen table to get breakfast out of the way and be able to begin his day.
His mother was not surprised to see him so exited but she dreaded what he might ask for, considering the dire situation they were going through at the moment. She didn’t ask until they were on their way.
“What do you want as a present?”
“The Puncher.”
It was an action figure of a popular TV show he loved to watch. It would be too expensive.
When they got to the store, Ben went straight to the hot sales aisle. It was dreaded by many parents. There comes an age in which you can’t pick for them anymore, and it’s too early to make them understand the cost of things and how purchasing works. But sometimes you have to. She looked at the price tag redundantly, to make him aware of the fact. She swallowed her pride and told him: “I can’t afford this, honey.”
His eyes stopped glowing, as if magically, and her heart broke. So she added; “Why don’t you look around to see if there’s something else you’d like and play here while I go to the other floor to get you some clothes?”
And so it begun. He spent the whole day playing, but he didn’t look around. He just spent the time doing all the things he had been meaning to do with the only toy he wanted.
After his mother finished shopping, they went home, and she baked him a birthday cake. They spent the day playing and dancing and having fun, and when he blew his birthday cake candles, he had one wish he didn’t have to think much to conjure:
“I wish this day would never end.”
Next day, when he woke up, his wish would come true.
Ben woke up the next day and lingered in bed for a while. He was tired after all the playing and dancing and excitement of the previous day. And he was sad, because he couldn’t get what he wanted as a present.
After a while, he heard a knock at the door and his mother got in singing Happy Birthday. She sat next to him and hug him tight, and she said: “I’m surprised you’re still sleeping. I thought you’d be eager to go pick a gift to the toy store.”
Perplexed, he asked: “Gift? Didn’t we go yesterday…?”
“What? Are you serious, Ben? You’ve been waiting for your birthday for weeks. I think you’re a bit sleepy still. Get down when you’re ready.”
He got down and found the same breakfast as the day before laid down on the table before him. The cereal bowl and glass of milk of every day plus a specially decorated birthday muffin. That was weird. When they got out of the house, he saw they were in fact going the same way as the previous day, towards the toy store. And his mom said:
“What do you want as a present?”
“The Puncher…” he hesitated, but the answer came out almost involuntarily. Though he knew the words that were coming next, he didn’t mind, because he realized his wish had come true. The day had not ended, but somehow it was beginning again.
***
On his way to work, Johnny would always pick s newspaper. He would read the headlines while waiting for the lights to change and he would skim through the rest of the articles at his lunch break. The headlines for May 15 were nothing but political. Not his cup of tea. So, instead, he took out his worn copy of “War and Peace” from his backpack and started page 10. It was the further he had ever got, for the pages had not been worn by his hands, but those of his father, and he had always wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
After reading the first lines, he couldn’t get out of his mind the thought that he had read those words before. Maybe he had passed that mark before and he just didn’t remember, but his mind did.
While he was going back to his post on the story after his break was over, he tripped with some scattered building blocks in the playing area, and his knee hit the lower action figures shelf, causing his old football injury to cause more pain that it should, and all the boxes of The Puncher to go flying everywhere.
A boy looked up at him and smiled. He stoped mid-cursing and walked away. He had a feeling he had seen that boy before, but he discarded it, and sat for a while to wait the pain away.
When he got back up, he saw the boy had a piece of paper in his hand and was coming towards him.
“I almost forgot you told me to give you this.”
“I did? Have we met before?”
“Yes.”
“When did I say that?”
“Yesterday.”
He was sure he would remember seeing the boy the day before, but he played along and took the paper. What he read was written by his own hand. He was sure of that much.
***
When the boy came to give Johnny a piece of paper after his lunch break, he was surprised. But when he saw the piece of paper was written in his own handwrite, he didn’t know what to make of it.
He read it twice. It said:
“Trapped in a time loop. Boy’s the key.”
And then underneath with ink a different color: “Proof: knee injury.”
He inadvertently touch his knee where he had hit the toy shelve a little earlier. It definitely hurt a lot for such a small bump. What did the message mean? Repetition of bumps caused the pain to feel worse? If it did, this day must have been looping for a while, for the pain was great.
He looked at the boy. He had gone to the playing area already, without waiting for a reply. He followed.
“Hey, kid. What’s your name?”
“Ben.”
“Do me another favor, Ben?”
“Ok.”
“Tomorrow. Can you give me the paper earlier?”
“Ok.”
He wanted to test something. And he needed confirmation. He took a different ink color and wrote another line on the note, and he gave it to the boy. Then, he went to watch him from a distance.
After a while, Johnny saw the boy stashing the piece of paper inside the doll he was playing with, and going out of the store with his mother.
***
When Johnny saw the piece of paper written with different colors and wrinkled, and comprehended its meaning, he begun to despair. The pain in his knee was excruciating and he hadn’t even hit the toy shelve yet. How many times had this day begun?
More importantly, how could he end it?
He decided to follow Ben around and listen to his every word, watch his every move and maybe even follow him home when he left the store. While watching him from a distance, he hurt his knee and felt a pain he had never felt before. He needed to put an end to that.
The boy was only playing. Sometimes he uttered a phrase or two, just normal play talk, doing the voice of the action man, “saving the world”, that kind of thing. What was so important about this day? What needed to be different?
He realized he was sure it had to be the boy only because the piece of paper said so. But then, a more important thought crossed his mind: if the day was beginning each time, how was it possible for the paper containing many entries made by him at different times even exist?
On his tenth run, he finally discovered the piece of paper stayed in the action figure the boy was always holding. At first he thought it was a toy of his, one that he cherished, but then he saw he left it behind at the store, in the lower shelf of the playing area.
Johnny went to pick it up and saw that the toy was worn out, as if it had been played with many days, and he found the piece of paper strapped into the doll’s utility belt. It was weird: the toy seemed to be the only thing seeing the passing of time in the loop they were trapped in. That, and the pain to this knee, which was still incrementing.
The toy. The boy.
How could he break the cycle?
He had an idea and he decided to ask the boy a question so he added something in the piece of paper. He would have to wait until the next day. Or the next beginning. Hoping he could make it the last.
***
When Ben went to take the piece of paper to the nice employee this time, he stood waiting. For some reason, he felt that he was going to ask him something. He stayed there with The Puncher in his hand, waiting.
Johnny finished reading, and after a minute to take it all in, he said:
“If I told you you could take whatever you wanted from the shop home today, what would you want?”
Ben’s eyes widen, and he stared at the action figure he was holding in his hand. He lifted it up and tilted his head towards it.
Johnny said: “Don’t you want a new one?”
“No. This is the one.”
“Ok, boy. Give it to me.”
Johnny wrapped it up and gave it to Ben. When his mom came to pick him up, Johnny told her it was a special gift from the store because he was the last customer of the week.
That night he danced and had cake with his mom and his new toy, and he fell asleep holding it.
When he woke up next morning, he didn’t have the doll in his hand, and he feared the day of his birthday had begun one more time. But then his mom got in and asked: “Did you have a good birthday, honey?”
He looked around and found the toy had fallen to the carpet. He smiled and said: “The best. Thanks, mom.”
THE END