Thursday, 26 April 2012

From The Cul-de-Sac of Dreams


Why is this old man standing staring at the ocean?

He looks lost, confused; no paths have lead to where he stands and neither is it his home.

Why is he naked?

Does he not feel the rain?

It strikes against him like evil ice; the wind drives against him with  relentless ferocity.

He WILL drown.

He is muttering to himself, but nobody will go near him.

The sea is silent, waiting to claim him if he moves.

Sand fills his eyes, and only his tears keep him from going blind.




from the cul-de-sac of dreams, a new mini series here at bitsnbobs

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