The
view below had now become noticable, the little strip of road was now
surrounded by a full-fledged residential arrangement. The
skies were still dark the faint texture of the clouds was
illuminated by the timer that was still high in Fabrice's view.
The 29th hour was running in its 18th minute. Fabrice's still hadn't
gotten his answer about the mysterious scenario he had
woken up to, the question itself did not haunt him as he was living
the haunting. It was like the circumstances were laughing at an
entire life that he had lived, claiming all the years to be unreal.
They
glided down, drawing closer to the line of structures in the
neighbourhood that moved backwards, a thunder now and then,
would expose the greenery, of the trees and the lawns in front of the
houses. The houses on both the sides were the same , exactly the
same. To Fabrice the structure was familiar, yes another
picture he had seen in those photos. A tricycle, a kid which
happened to be him, dad and the same house in the
background.
Among
the line of houses, a house shone in a weird light that
came from within it. They landed right in front of it. Fabrice got on
his feet as his mother drop them down and flew, disappearing into the
skies.
“She
saves me and departs, just like before” Fabrice said looking up at
the skies. He stared down at the girl, “Tell me now, is this a
dream ?! If it is ? End it now! Please!” he cried.
The
little girl walked up to him “It's a little more than a dream”
she held his hand and began walking, trying to lead him somewhere.
“But
how did I get here?”
“Ask
yourself?”
Fabrice
did ask himself, and there were fragments of thoughts all mixing
together forming a weird sense. There was a birthday party, some
smuggled whiskey. Yes, the whiskey, they had gone to the suburbs to
that Asian man with small eyes. He called the drink “whiskey”,
but it was some thing else. It had some herbs which were
treated to a pressure of the smoke of some sort of essence
sticks. He had warned that the whiskey if consumed excessively could
turn your worlds upside down. It all made some sense. 'Upside-down.
Upside-down. Upside-down” the words echoed in Fabrice's head.
The
little girl had brought in front of the building that was shining
under a mysterious, heavenly glow. The skies were suddenly coloured
in a dark red colour, so dark that it strained the eyes. As the
brightness of the light progressively reduced, Fabrice noticed
the clock had struck the 28th hour.
“We
have to get you, to your present” the little girl said. “I know a
way out” she said suddenly looking up. The skies were dark again
but there were little star-like red dots appearing closer and closer.
They blinked too, like they were alive. Fabrice looked harder and the
dots changed form and he knew he was staring at many pairs of eyes
drawing closer.
“Come now” the little girl pulled him into the
house.
They
rushed in and quickly shut the door. Fabrice looked around, he knew
the place, he had grown up right here in this very two storied house.
He was home, maybe in a different place in time.
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Dear imaginary reader,
Still have no idea where we're headed to...
1 comment:
...is the idea to 'head' somewhere? I thought it was okay to not...
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