Are You There
Her feet touched the floor – cold, so cold against her skin. She should have shuddered; she didn’t. A soft breeze whispered against the curtains, and the moonlight called to her. It rested idly on the waves and reached her there, frozen at the windowsill, shining on the hopes she’d tried to hide.
She'd been walking inside dreams. Her footsteps echoed softly in the ethereal light, colourful shadows projected on her face – the black of nightmares, the green of youthful hopes, grey for an elderly fear, blood-red for an adolescent fantasy.
Their life was a dance around each other. They met at school, hardly more than children. For years, Jean thought little of him; and for years, Alex thought of little but himself. They spent long days together with their friends, in the hidden places only children will know – the edge of the small park turned into a sprawling, forbidden forest; the dilapidated shack was a cave of marvels and magic; the pond a lake and its fish mermaids.
The Floating Cat
I woke up all of a sudden, small beads of sweat on my forehead.Nightmares crowded those nights.I sat on the bed, staring at the grey baseboard that stood between the shabby moquette and the city of Washington.
Beyond the glass wall of my room, the Japanese cherry garden vanished, swallowed by the shining lights of the buildings.
Notes spat from the grammophone broke on the empty buildings, shrank and stretched, echoing in the dead city. No one but the corpses was left to hear it. ...a malis mors abducit... The Traveller was running on the hill, his back to the city.
Life came sudden like a summer storm. One moment he was nothing, another he asked a question.
His brethren were in the streets, mindless automatons going through the motions. Bring out the trash, do the groceries, walk the dog. Helping.
They did the same. And they lived, while he did not.
“It was a cold November night. A blinding light came from my room’s window, so bright at first I thought it daylight.
Outside, the woods had come alive. Someone screamed in the trees, someone ran aimlessly.
The mountains, fading beneath the light, trembled in the darkening sky.
I looked outside my window. It passed above my head, bright as a comet, and crashed in the Harrington field.