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Posted on 07 April 2018 14:37

“Is it dead?”

“I can’t tell from here.  Why don’t you go and give it a poke?”

“Eww!  No, you do it!”

“You’re the one who wants to know if it’s dead.”

“I wonder how it got here.”

“I don’t know.  Flew?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It looks kind of sad, just lying there like that.”

“Do you think it belongs to somebody?”

“Must do.  It didn’t just materialise out of thin air.”

“But it’s not the sort of thing you just leave lying around.  I mean, you’re not going to drop something like that without noticing.”

“But nobody’s taking any notice of it now.”

“Except us.”

“Well, yes, except us.”

“What should we do?”

“What can we do?  If you’re not prepared to get any closer, there aren’t many options.  I guess we could throw something at it from here.”

“Like what?  A brick?  What are you thinking of?”

“It hasn’t moved the whole time we’ve been standing here.  It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid.”

“Well, we can’t just leave it lying there like that.”

“Why not?  It’s nothing to do with us.  Why should we care if it’s alive or dead?”

“I don’t know.  I just thought maybe we ought to do something.  You know, to help.”

“How?  We could chuck it some money, I suppose.”

“What would a thing like that do with money?

“I don’t know.  We haven’t got any food.”

“Maybe it needs a place to stay.”

“I’m not taking it home with us.”

“I think I just saw it move!”

“What?  No, you didn’t!  You’re imagining things.”

“No, I swear.  Look, it did it again.  Its foot twitched.  I’m not kidding!”

“You’re right.  I saw it that time.”

“It’s rolling over.  It’s looking this way!”

“What should we do?”

“Run!”

 

Posted on 07 April 2018 14:33

Moon windows.  Pale light shines onto a face in repose, casting shadows.

Moon windows.  The silver orb hangs suspended.  It watches the world below, impassive yet ever-present.  Pale light shines onto a face in repose, casting one side into shadow.

Moon windows.  Darkness over the world.  The silver orb hangs suspended, as if waiting for the call to action.  It keeps its own counsel; its secrets are its own.  It watches the world below, ever-present and judgmental.  Those walking the streets beneath its gaze remain unaware of their potential fate.  If they were to look up into its face, they would see their own sins reflected back upon them.  Pale light shines onto a face in repose, casting one side into shadow, and insinuating disturbing thoughts into previously peaceful dreams.

Moon windows.  Darkness over the world.  Time ticking on.  The night passes slowly, a myriad lives suspended.  The silver orb hangs lower, straining to hear the call to action.  It keeps its own counsel; its secrets are its own.  It is poised, attentive and awaiting its opportunity to strike.  It watches the world below, ever-present and judgmental, silently making its selection.  It has plenty of targets to choose from, and it regards each in turn, considering their suitability. 

Those walking the streets beneath its implacable gaze remain unaware of their potential fate, continuing on their journeys, oblivious to the danger from above.  They move quickly, eyes down, acknowledging neither their surroundings nor each other.  If they were to look up into the face high in the sky, they would see their own sins reflected back upon them, and perhaps this would make them pause.  They might stop and think for a moment about their lives and how they have lived them.  They might see the city as more than just an obstacle to traverse, a maze that blocks their progress from one place to another.  They might look around them and discover more to appreciate than simply the paving stones immediately in front of their steps; a connection, perhaps, to something, or someone, outside themselves. 

Elsewhere, pale light shines onto a face in repose, a face concealing a mind content up till now with its own significance; and yet the light casts one side of it into shadow, insinuating disturbing thoughts into previously peaceful dreams and causing that mind to question its motives and perhaps see a different path, opening up windows the colour of the moon.

 

Posted on 04 December 2016 15:35

In its heyday, the house stood in substantial grounds, and its nearest neighbour was at least half a mile away.  The family that owned the house could trace their history back generations and were extremely proud of their heritage.  The house hosted many a lavish party and saw hundreds of guests enter through its magnificent oak doors.  Horses and carriages turned on its driveway, depositing merry people, in all their finery, upon the front steps, to be announced to those within.  The ballroom shone first in candlelight, and later with gas lamps, illuminating countless dances.  

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Posted on 09 October 2016 08:51

The room was bright, perhaps a little too bright.  The space was difficult to define, stretching as it did perhaps only a few dozen feet or perhaps to infinity.  The undefined whiteness made it impossible to tell.

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Posted on 24 September 2016 07:21

I wait.  Formless yet conscious, just beyond the edge of reality.  I know I have a role to fulfil.  The passage of time has no meaning for me yet, but my time will come.  Nothing can remain static forever.  All things change and, when the change comes, I will be ready.

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