Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Chapter 2 - Lost In Glitterdom: You Are Never Alone

- Chapter 2 - 


Beep-beep

Beep-beep

I thought I was in a dream... A nightmare. But it is real...

Beep-beep

Every goddam thirty seconds. This is starting to grow old.

Beep-beep

Not being able to move yet really hinders things. Why is that? Did I take something?

Beep-beep

No... I do not think I do that kind of thing. Someone gave me something.

Beep-beep

Mmnnn... It hurts all over. ...at least I can feel now...

Beep...



***



Dusk again? Cool air sweeps through Broad St Alley, in a whirl of leaves and old pamphlets.

In the distance an engine roars. Oh no. It is happening. Someone help me.

Why am I panicking? It is only a sound... The silver bodied figure tries to slow their breathing as a dark van pulls into Broad St alley. Its' head lights, a beacon of heart-stopping fear.

Eyes flick shut. Please, no one notice me, please, no one notice me...

The van drives up to a row of dumpsters, just 5 feet away. A black bag is flung from an open door. As the door shuts, the van roars away.

All the tension releases from my face... My face! The drugs must be slowly wearing off.

Tiny pills, glittering on a silver platter; blurry images, smeared faces. Noise. None of my memories make sense yet...


***


A sliver of morning light falls across a shining face. Oh! It feels so warm on my cold, hungry body. A shiver runs through metalic-like limbs. I hope someone finds me soon, or maybe... Just maybe, I can try to move.

An arm jerks to the side and something metal clatters to the ground.

Not very graceful, but yes! Progress!

"What's all the racket? Some of us 're tryn' to sleep!" A raspy voice calls out from further down the alley.

The form tries to manage a reply, but all that comes out is a squeak.

"Yeah! That's what I thought!" Comes the raspy voice again," damn rats..."

Well, I guess we're never really... alone.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Chapter 1 - Lost In Glitterdom: Pieces Of Me, Pieces of You

Intro -- Lost In Glitterdom
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.



- Chapter 1 -

Spotlight on the darkest corner of Broad St alley. As we pan towards the circle of light, movement catches small glints and glimmers off a spray of steel colored flakes. Did a militant fairy collapse in this godforsaken place? Not quite. But if I've learned anything, its that spotlights only appear when a story is full of woeful apologies, major regrets, or drama. So, grab that popcorn, this one could be a train wreck. ;-)

Two-thirty am in Broad St alley. Any average person would be asleep in bed, or at least watching Netflix to pass the time. In the darkness of the alley, the rats and cats bustled about their business, totally unaware that a presence was waking nearby. Just two hours before, a bright light scattered every critter from the vicinity. The drop happened then. A puff of dust; metalicized arms, legs, and torso all in a heap. They were flesh and bone by the sound of the fall, but a technological wonder to behold. The rats and cats didn't care. They continued on with their business.

No more movement was seen in or around Broad St alley that night. Not that anyone could confirm it. If they could, they'd tell us that someone was very sad and in trouble, but wasn't conscious enough to do a thing about it.

***

Sunlight, it burns. Why must it be so very bright? A crumpled heap of a body thought these thoughts, squinting grey lidded eyes towards a six-am sun. Their face shown like graphite, grey tears from the burning light smeared glitter down their glam-rock facade. I don't remember... much. My fingers? I... tried to move them but... The thoughts trailed off in their mind. Last night's failed attempts to move coming back to them. Best to rest until someone... finds me?

Sparkling in the morning sun, they lie there, bewildered. Try to focus. All I remember are pieces... pieces of me, and sometimes, pieces... of you.