Saturday 20 April 2013

chapter two first attempt


The moon seemed to shimmer that night as though it were just a refelction of its self on some distant lake, it appeared to shift and sway, the stars blinked like a new born babies eyes when it first meets the light of the delivery room. somewhere deep in the back of my mind was a deep, comforting hum, at first i thought it was the gentle buzz of alcohol wearing off. it had been a long year, the world had seen alot of evil deeds and tradgies, if you listened closely you could almost hear it sigh, the snow hung off its shoulders and wieghed down its spirirt even further, lately the world looked like a single tattered mitten lying in the middle of the gutter covered in snow and mud. as for me i felt like the other mitten, life was pretty snug and comfortable.
i had just left the works party and was idly swaying down the streets watching the world spinning on in ignorance. girls in short skirts and high heels stumbling from bars, arms linked together shouting out incoherent bablle to the men down the street who are standing around in packs, pushing out their chests and squaring off their shoulders. somewhere out of sight there is the smashing of glass, then a roar of laughter breaks out from behind me, the world spins on obvlivous, the humming in my head was slowly building up. As i turned from the main high street i found myself in what at first appeared to be an empty alley way but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness i saw a homeless man squatting amongst the shadows and rags. i could only make out his chimp like silohette but as i got closer i could hear him mumbling something repeatedly “the humming, stop turning it up, the humming, the humming....” at this point i realised it had become a noise no longer rolling around the inside of my head but a real sound, it wasnt a humming anymore it was gently roaring like distant thunder. at first i thought it was my own eyes that had started to adjust to the darkness, for i could now make out the tramps features, he had stopped mumbling and was now staring up to the sky with his mouth wide open. it was not my eyes adjusting it was the mans face that was being lit up by some external source. the movement of my eyes following the tramps gaze to take an etenrity, time seemed to move like treacle when suddenly there was a noise so loud it drowned my ears and everything became white, then silence.

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