Numbers

Holidays had only just started. It wasn't too bad, seeing as he was the only one at home half the time. Some of his friends had gone overseas, most stayed home. As far as he knew, most of his friends were probably out watching movies, going to the City, shopping, out camping or God knows what else. He didn't know what to do, really. He had a concert the coming weekend and was about to go over seas in less than a month.

The weather now was a little moody, not unlike himself: often it would rain then suddenly an outburst of sunlight would shine through the next moment. As he sat, head-down, in front of his piano, the clouds thickened and it began rumbling. With a sigh, he opened up the upright and rested his hands on the ivory keys. Since then, he had this song stubbornly stuck in his head. As he played, thoughts, memories, scents came flooding through his mind. Numbers, dates were most common: 11, 4, 27, 2, 6.

Strangely enough, these numbers had been popping up everywhere: on the sidewalk, on serial numbers, every time he checked his watch, these numbers would appear.

Or perhaps he was just becoming more aware of them.

Or maybe he was just going mad.

Or both.