Saturday, April 11, 2009
Hold your breath and count to ten. Fall apart and Start again.
Eyes cast downward, he slogged through the rain that filled the cold dreary night. He knew what he was going to do was not going to solve anything. He knew, yet he continued. How many times had he tried to stop? How many times had he failed? He didn’t care. He just knew he had to continue.
He stopped underneath an overhang as he reached into his grey jacket pocket and lit a cigarette. The pitter patter of water continued its endless assault.
“How moronic”, scoffing to no-one in particular, his blue eyes transfixing themselves on the glowing ember at the end of his cigarette.
“And they said this shit would kill me.”
A deep throaty laugh escaped his lips. One that would have garnered the curiosity of even the most indifferent of individuals. This laugh was one that seemed to scream for help, a laugh of a man that was praying to be saved. It not only betrayed the madness that lurked not far underneath, but it wretched at the listeners soul seeming to taunt any who were brave enough to listen to its voice.
A pink tongue lashed over a set of thin moist lips spraying sticky spittle over the cracked pavement.
Tasting the smoke, he stretched his arms and relished in the its acrid gray tones. These moments of clarity were rare, and he planned to take advantage. Closing his eyes and letting his mind wander he slowly started to count backwards from 10. Images of place he had never been to began to flood his senses.
Red balloons in the sky, the smell of hamburger meat and giggling of innocent children crowded an otherwise tortured soul.
I started writing this short story 6 months ago. This is as far as I ever got. Maybe one day Ill finish it.
Posted by Husain Vahanvaty aka Keebler at 10:49 PM