The Abyss Gazes Back: Part Five

A Comfortable Room

“Do you recall the moment you became aware?”

LaFleur looks up from doctoring his tea and frowns. “As the Existentialists define it? I suppose it was during the war.”

The Chairman frowns. “Not that moment. You were ten.”

“Was I?” LaFleur stirs his tea absently. “You sound awfully confident for the one who asked the question.”

“You were ten,” the Chairman repeats.

“I remember little of that time that lends itself to contemplation. I was madly in love with racing horses. I beli...