See? Nothing unusual. The doctor pats me on the shoulder and goes back to the only occupied e-bed. I go through the scans of Decker’s insides, from head to toe for the hundredths time. Brooding over it won’t help. Chalk it up to delirium. Trust me. He turn and flashes a big bright smile. I’m a doctor. Continue reading “med bay snippet #4”
The metro reeks of sweat and wet dog.
Her expression is empty.
It always is. Holding that old crutch of hers, she walks. She walks slowly, and looks miserable too. But that isn’t hard with those exposed, burnt and broken legs of hers.
“A cripple has nothing to lose,” her father says so, before burning her. He says it, before he breaks her ankle and knee. First her right leg, then the left.
She stretches out a hand, hovering in front of her, like a small cloud over a desert; white and calm, waiting to dissolve into the blue of space. She doesn’t look at the faces. People are easily annoyed. No eye contact. That’s the rule.
There is nothing to see. She tells herself. Although… There is something worth looking at, maybe even staring at. Continue reading “Nothing”
The Problem with Magic Thank you, Mladen and WritertoWriters
There is no such thing as magic.
Real magic is extinct.
I haven’t seen any since, huh. I can’t remember since when. Odd… Come to think of it, it’s nearly two thousand years. I remember Alexandria. Wait, no. No. That’s not right.
The last time I recall sensing magic was in the Middle Ages. It isn’t a good, nor a very successful one. It’s more of a petty attempt to hide money. The man, in his third decade, speaks the words. A carney. Sloppy and slurred words, no meaning where it should be. He doesn’t know what he says.
The soft purring of the monitoring alarm on my watch wakes me, by vibrating. I’m up…
I tell the watch and it recognizes my voice. The command kills the alarm.
Sleeping at the med bay is seldom a good idea, and sleeping at a working station – uh, table – is downright irresponsible. I rub my face into some kind of wakefulness and wish I could rub my back into a painless state. Continue reading “med bay snippets #2”
The gutter dripped and the rain drops rapped hard on the kitchen window. My eyes were already open. The bedsheets felt cold and damp. The shutters in the living room rattled with the wind gusts. I’ve been staring at the dark ceiling for nearly three hours. I sat up. Sleep was busy somewhere else.
Another rotten night. Continue reading “the lion roars (1)”
- “Now that’s afterlife,” the ferryman pointed out amused with his clicking teeth, “you really are a busy body.”
- I feel like I should say something clever, or sassy, but I am cold and need my clothes back. Please?
- My right formed a pretended gun and fired: BANG, BANG – was I surprised when I hit the target…
- “What’s the matter sweetheart, never taken a shortcut before?”
- “I’m on the highway to hell,” I blared on performing CPR.
- My daughter Emily loves pancakes with chocolate chips and bananas, but this Emily at the table is all wrong, and she won’t let me go.
- “Not that you could ever use it, but that’s the secret of creation,” Lucifer nudged gently the leaves of the potted daisies.
- “I’ve been thinking,” she cut the foxglove flowers into fine stripes and put them into the teapot, “maybe you need a long nice holiday, darling.”
- “That ridiculous excuse of a human being was the god of locks,” Paine shook his head in disbelief.
- “Now everybody, repeat,” I stood at the speaker’s desk, pausing for effect, “I AM FREE!
- “Yeah, I’d go for a big, hairy ‘n all teeth sidekick,” Lev wrung his fist with a fit of elation, as the goblin nodded approvingly.
-producing a huge slobbery pug in the size of a pony…
- I heard him snicker over his “Ladies first”, so I threw a chair at his face, that’ll teach him.
- “Why are you shooting at me?”
- I shared a bunk with a quiet man, a huge afro-american cyborg, with the average of ten words and two facial expression a week.
- The tall shadow of Lieutenant Rizzo appeared in the doorway, bubbling drunken zombie words, „sowhyamupnwhuusresponsble?”
- I lowered the stethoscope and the heavy door swung open.
- The pink tutu bounced up and down as the little girl ran away from my yard, screaming for her mommy.
- “Less talking, more running,” Ivanov grunted, cranking the control lever on the emergency life support system.
- Adam smirked, floored the gas pedal, and the car skid around the corner.
- The tiger yawned, looked at me pitifully, folded his paws and studied my CV, not trying to hide his boredom.
- Sleipnir dipped over the event horizon, and started broadcasting “I got you Babe” over all emergency channels.
- “Fuck off, grasshopper,” the monks sucked his teeth and let his arrow fly.
- “Don’t know, whose dream is this anyway,” the monkey asked, “I’m bored already!”
“Sorry,” I managed a confused face, “I don’t speak bullshit.”
- The Yellow Emperor glanced into the mirror and smirked, taking over the realm of humans was easier than he thought. “All that Selfie-business is playing nicely into his hands.”
There are places, which make me stop and think for a while.
A lot of these places are in Japan… I can’t say it’s just the small little streets and corners. Sometimes it’s a crowded place in Kyoto, or a nearly empty little street in Shibuya, a playground in Minami Nagareyama, a JR ferry in Hiroshima… They differ from each other so greatly, that I wonder if they are even on the same planet – which obviously they are.
Maybe it is a simple panic attack, or derealization experience I had…
Only, if it wasn’t for that deja-vu…
I’ll be more precise.
The feeling they give me, makes me stop. Suddenly I have not enough breath in my lungs and my feet stretch to touch the core of the planet. A weird kind of buzzing fills the space between my ears…
I’ve been here before, haven’t I? Continue reading “thoughts on shuffle”