A thunderstorm, rising quick sand, the secret service and a president falls on his sword! Part One
ThunderStorm
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I was riding my bicycle and the sun was setting. It had been a glorious day. I didn't remember the details, but I knew it had been a fine day because of that warm glow inside me. I am in the suburbs somewhere, it feels familiar.
Then the dark clouds rolled in. When you see these kind of clouds, you know you're in for something special. These were storm clouds that had stars sprinkled amongst them. It was dusk and it was spectacular.
At this point the wind picks up, I have lost my bike but have gained a companion. His name is Alan. He would be twenty one now I think, but the Alan in front of me is just a kid. He looks worried. And well he might be because a jet liner screams overhead, it is trying to take off... or is it landing? In any case it is dangerously low and the storm is causing havoc. The rain starts coming down and the plane seems to regain control. It ascends for a few moments. Then disaster! Control is irrevocably lost! It tumbles out of the sky and crashes with an almighty explosion! Smoke can be seen billowing from behind houses, it can't be more than a few hundred metres away.
I grab Alan by the hand and rush towards the scene of the calamity. Just when I know the crash site is around the corner the storm escalates beyond measure. Suddenly I'm worried. As I round the corner an awesome sight greets me. A tornado, a vortex of black menace, heads towards us. It spits lightning and the roar is deafening.
There is no time to flee. I tell Alan to grab a hold of the steel wire fence we are next to. We cling to the fence as the maelstrom hits. Our feet are lifted off the ground, the shriek of the wind is so loud that my hearing shuts down. I am now viewing the world in total silence and Alan is losing his grip.
Just as one hand slips I grab it. I pray that the fence holds because the ferocity of the tornado/storm/maelstrom has increased, if that were possible.
Then as suddenly as it came, it was gone. My hearing returns and the first sounds I hear is my own heavy breathing. The last rays of the sun appear again and the scene is bathed in that pale rusty colour that is an Australian dusk.
A van or bus pulls up beside us. I help Alan get in.
Inside are a group of women. Their beauty is stunning. The beauty is of an ethereal kind, born of elves and angels. There is a little bit of X-Files thrown in though. Angels they are not. It's their eyes you see, there is great wisdom there, but also mischief and wantonness. Thinking is difficult.
One of them takes Alan and he curls up in her lap. Envy! The little conniving brat, he must be faking. If only I could get away with it!
Suddenly I am talking to two of them. The others watch on. I will never remember what we discussed. One of the regrets of my life to be sure. I recall the gist of it though. They ask questions. I answer. I ask questions, they answer. All the while I am having 'a crack' if you get my drift. They know and respond. They hint and suggest. I can't help but take the bait. But I know it will go no where. They are teasing and so am I (sort of).
Then it gets serious. They have heard what they wanted to hear and I have agreed. As if I had a choice. To the future I need to go. To save humanity or some such thing. I don't care, I just want them to talk to me a little longer. They smile sadly and tell me my time is over.
Farewell sweet maidens!
End Part One.
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I was riding my bicycle and the sun was setting. It had been a glorious day. I didn't remember the details, but I knew it had been a fine day because of that warm glow inside me. I am in the suburbs somewhere, it feels familiar.
Then the dark clouds rolled in. When you see these kind of clouds, you know you're in for something special. These were storm clouds that had stars sprinkled amongst them. It was dusk and it was spectacular.
At this point the wind picks up, I have lost my bike but have gained a companion. His name is Alan. He would be twenty one now I think, but the Alan in front of me is just a kid. He looks worried. And well he might be because a jet liner screams overhead, it is trying to take off... or is it landing? In any case it is dangerously low and the storm is causing havoc. The rain starts coming down and the plane seems to regain control. It ascends for a few moments. Then disaster! Control is irrevocably lost! It tumbles out of the sky and crashes with an almighty explosion! Smoke can be seen billowing from behind houses, it can't be more than a few hundred metres away.
I grab Alan by the hand and rush towards the scene of the calamity. Just when I know the crash site is around the corner the storm escalates beyond measure. Suddenly I'm worried. As I round the corner an awesome sight greets me. A tornado, a vortex of black menace, heads towards us. It spits lightning and the roar is deafening.
There is no time to flee. I tell Alan to grab a hold of the steel wire fence we are next to. We cling to the fence as the maelstrom hits. Our feet are lifted off the ground, the shriek of the wind is so loud that my hearing shuts down. I am now viewing the world in total silence and Alan is losing his grip.
Just as one hand slips I grab it. I pray that the fence holds because the ferocity of the tornado/storm/maelstrom has increased, if that were possible.
Then as suddenly as it came, it was gone. My hearing returns and the first sounds I hear is my own heavy breathing. The last rays of the sun appear again and the scene is bathed in that pale rusty colour that is an Australian dusk.
A van or bus pulls up beside us. I help Alan get in.
Inside are a group of women. Their beauty is stunning. The beauty is of an ethereal kind, born of elves and angels. There is a little bit of X-Files thrown in though. Angels they are not. It's their eyes you see, there is great wisdom there, but also mischief and wantonness. Thinking is difficult.
One of them takes Alan and he curls up in her lap. Envy! The little conniving brat, he must be faking. If only I could get away with it!
Suddenly I am talking to two of them. The others watch on. I will never remember what we discussed. One of the regrets of my life to be sure. I recall the gist of it though. They ask questions. I answer. I ask questions, they answer. All the while I am having 'a crack' if you get my drift. They know and respond. They hint and suggest. I can't help but take the bait. But I know it will go no where. They are teasing and so am I (sort of).
Then it gets serious. They have heard what they wanted to hear and I have agreed. As if I had a choice. To the future I need to go. To save humanity or some such thing. I don't care, I just want them to talk to me a little longer. They smile sadly and tell me my time is over.
Farewell sweet maidens!
End Part One.
posted by lucky at 11:51 am
3 Comments:
Lu, I have no idea what this is.....
My guess is that it's a dream.
wow, this is great.
keep writing!
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