There were two big screens in front of everyone. One on top of the other. He found it weird.
"What for?"
It was a question he asked himself. He kept observing everywhere. The movie was about to start. The lights were off.
The top screen started to show something. It just started without the usual introduction like that of movie makers, actors, title, etc.
The screen was showing a beautiful view of a plantation. It was a fruit plantation. What was weird, there were mixtures of fruits in one place. It has trees on the outer sides, full of different kinds of tree fruits, and on the middle ground were groups of other growing fruits.
He saw people of all ages, statures, races and walks of life.
"Strange! What is this?"
The seated spectators were all quiet. Still.
The screen showed some people, like children picking some fruits and enjoying eating them. Both young and old seemed to have an eat-all-you can of a Fruit Party.
Everyone watching them on the screen started to smile, giggle and laugh. They too were having fun, just watching . Suddenly, the screen turned off.
The crowd shouted in awe. Everyone started to make unquiet movements on their seats. Most of them looked at their backs toward the projectors, wondering what was going on. While the writer stayed on the top of the stairs by the entrance of the movie theater.
Not too long, the second screen, which was below the other one, turned on. It showed the last scene from the top screen.
"Something must have happened to the first screen. Maybe power failure or whatever function failure."
The writer could only murmur to himself what others have said to each other.
On the screen, people kept moving around happily, enjoying and savoring every fruit that they were allowed to taste freely. While no one from the people watching them could understand the story at all.
Then out of the sides of the trees that surrounded them as if forming like pens or corrals of the whole plantation, came out other humans with horrific faces.
"Animals."
Some spectators viewed them as such and shouted.
"No! They are humans!"
Another, but few people, shouted too.
"You're wrong! They are monsters!"
A little boy stood by the aisle and shouted.
"They are demons!"
Yet another child, a little girl, came to stand beside the boy to shout what she believed she saw.
The writer rubbed his eyes but he could only see shadows of human forms, except the horrific face of demons. He saw two horns on their heads. He stayed standing and watching where he was.
On the screen, the shadows he saw flew like ghosts in the air towards the people. All the people inside the plantation seemed not to realize or have seen them coming. As they landed on each one of the people inside, they became normal human beings beside them.
The movie spectators were surprised. The boy and the girl in the aisle looked at each other.
"They are humans!"
Both of them said to each other in agreement. Slowly, they went back to their seats. All the other people watching the movie started to calm down.
"Are we misjudging what we see?"
It was a question by the writer to himself as if reading all the people's minds.
The new group of humans that entered the plantation were moving, connecting and relating themselves to others. But none were picking up any fruits. Though the others were offering them, none of them have accepted anything.
Then one by one, some who were eating shouted.
"What are you doing?"
Shouted one when her fruit was grabbed by the newcomer and savored it like an animal.
Then another one somewhere screamed.
"How dare you!"
The same thing was happening as each occurrence was repeated almost everywhere in the plantation.
A scene was also shown where a little boy was shocked when the apple he was enjoying was stolen by another little boy.
Another little girl was crying because a bigger girl had just taken away her cherries.
The two children who had stood before in the aisle of the theater came out again.
"That's not fair!"
The boy shouted, pointing his finger to the screen.
"I told you they are demons!"
The little girl angrily shouted.
At the same time, the crowd watching was also reacting with disgust. All were disturbed and chaos started to happen on the screen as well as inside the theater.
The writer took a deep breath to relieve himself of the impact of the two realities he was watching.
On the screen, the people started to hit each other, running after the ones who robbed what they were enjoying, while the intruders were having fun laughing with their stolen fruits. While others were shown just crying helplessly on the ground. The worst of all, dead people covered with blood.
The plantation and the people themselves were all destroyed on the screen. While the same thing was happening to people out of the screen as they started to argue about what they have seen, expressing their opinions, their beliefs, with their right and wrong, fair and unfair, just and unjust.
All the people watching the movie stopped when the screen turned off suddenly and there was nothing but darkness around.
There was silence.
Everyone got scared including the writer who was about to leave so sadly as he already turned around walking to the main door to go out.
Before he could step out of the theater, a horrific laughter filled the room. Then as if to finish the movie, the screen gave out a big reddish colored blood like title: FRUITS.
The writer was shocked and felt himself falling on his back from somewhere. Then he woke up. He fell from the sofa where he was seated while watching news on his television, which was then showing a preacher.
"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thorn bushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them."
The preacher has just read a scripture of Matthew 7: 15 - 20.
The writer realized he fell asleep with a paper and the pen in his hand. He remembered he was trying to outline his idea of a story to write. But he saw a write up on his paper.
"Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong."
The line says 1 Corinthians 16:13.
He smiled, asking himself a question.
"Did I write this?"
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