Writing that had to go somewhere so it ended up here. 🎁
The water looked different today.
Slower, somehow. Gelatinous. Tickets and passes please wonderful thank you very much.
As if eating into this Have you got a charger? My ticket’s on my phone but my battery’s run As if preparing to take over, laughing at our physics laws and need for rules to understand What’s HAPPENING?!
The babies stopped screaming. Suddenly. Just like
That.
And I knew.
We were here. Here we were. It was happening. Had happened. Had come. Wait over. Wait. Shh. Wait.
The prince felt it as much as the goldfish or the waste operative, as the press secretary or the midwife. When it came. Some, though, had wondered. Not guessed (none would guess. How can you guess at a thing no-one’s ever dreamt of?). Maybe the trees. That would be typical.
I should clarify. The midwife, trees, press secretary, prince and waste operative are not literary abstractions denoting the range of social scale, of finite human variety. They were together in the camper van when the babies and I stopped screaming.
Unlikely to be continued….
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