Strange days

I walk down a narrow, high walled alley of some Mediterranean village. The sun beats down through the topless canyons, a harsh glow, warmth evaporated, an exuberant promise unkept.

Energy suddenly drains from me instantaneously, my legs sag and I flop against the blue wash wall, totally spent, the bag that I’m carrying falling limply to the ground. People stroll pass; some look at me, but through me, no recognition apparent, no friendly hand or aid. The remainder continue on oblivious. I’m not going any farther; this is where I’m going to stay, anchored to this ground, destination unknown and irresistibly unreachable.

Two young girls ride pass on bikes, they giggle as they pluck the sunglasses from my face. The sun flares in my eyes angrily, yet its heat still plays truant. Cute I think and wait for them to return them to me, but they don’t – they ride off, content with their spoils, unsympathetic to the fire in my mind. How could they? I ponder as if it really matters.

Time passes; an age; an instant. I return and I’m still affixed. I look down to my bag, the pound cake I was carrying is gone, no evidence of its existence, unless a bent clipboard and a crumpled piece of paper are a new confection.

I’ll go no farther I think, this is where I’ll stay.


Posted

in

,

by

Tags:

Comments

4 responses to “Strange days”

  1. Carly Lyddiard Avatar

    Nicely written, as usual. Dream, musing or reality?

    And what the hell is a pound cake…

  2. Christopher Owen Avatar

    Just a particularly vivid dream I had. No idea how a pound cake (or more precisely, the impression that I had been carrying one) ended up being in it. I can’t tell you whether it was an American or a British one either.

  3. miss annonomus Avatar
    miss annonomus

    wow this is amazing christopher. … 🙂
    is this by any chance christopher swank owen lol

  4. nat Avatar
    nat

    u should be an author. this is fantastic! i felt like i was there watching only i wanted to help you unlike the bastards in your story.
    Q) did the pound cake have sultanas in it?
    i tell luke my crazy dreams (usually the result of being sick or on meds) he just laughs at me and says i am mental … maybe i should start a blog about them

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *