The unsettling incident part 2
By this time I was starting to get seriously concerned. This woman was obviously following me, for some reason known only to her. I could think of no motive why she should, but in these worrying times, who needs a reason? Images of bunnies boiling on the stove sprang unbidden into my mind, was she trying to mess with my head? Or was her rationale even darker than that? Or, could it even be my employer, checking on his newest recruit? I'd heard that he could be a little bit 'all seeing'! Rubbish, I thought, come on; get a grip of yourself, things like that donut happen around here!
The baboon outside my window laughs as it swings from the lamp post, hooting for my attention. Meanwhile Mr Drake is calling my soul home and making me cry happiness inside. Two silver sharks provide an ambience that their fishy counterparts could not, stereo twanging and picking and warbling and gently lifting. I am overwhelmed by something I am too small to explain or express, and all the time an itch torments me and
my concentration. My daytime professional demands two spaces at each terminus but that is not my common way and so I ignore it. The creature in the corner licks its hands and cleans its ears, then smiles at me from beyond the glass. I am irrationally scared to turn around in case there is one unusual behind me.
This song feels like heroin and I wonder if they are related. No build here, though, no influx of ecstatic passion, I am not flying yet. I should try to focus but the words are pinned to the page, damming and damning my creativity and forcing rivers into cliched and long-accustomed furrows. The programme insists on an upward flick, it will not allow me but is quick to correct. The distant machine flashes and whirrs and I increase the whimsical noises to drown it out, hoping that the combination will not swamp my mind and wash it away. I know that the next one is quirky and I smile in
anticipation, then in
pleasure as it starts, bouncing in waves and carrying me off with it. The creature has settled into a warm hat that helps keep the head of nothing protected from Russian winters; I remember cold fingers selling cigarettes in ones because no one can afford more; and the bouncing goes away.
The boat has swung into Central like a bootlick and beat-tramp as they argue the same side and as the bow leans between their rowing heads I think they may realise that earlier was the only time to stop. I stop too and stop myself from reading back because that is not the purpose of this exercise. I am
Explosions and a soft kiss. I thought that was the end but I bit my tongue and the moment passed.
The man returned and the second left, a second's reprise and a brief visit only, but at least the world still has one of them. I shut my eyes and inhale the upwards exit, letting the flow take me where it will. A counter-rhythm will not disturb me this time, nor the next: ego as a part of the whole is stronger than the arrogance beneath, or perhaps I do it a disservice to assume this, but I am denied the opportunity to challenge. The end......
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