Strange lights vol 1

Strange lights

Strange lights ahead, I'm not sure if it's a warning

Dots sit on an inky black canvas of the exterior picture and faces
dance through my eyes. , Outside the car innocuous memories trigger
into consciousness
It was a Tuesday and I was stood at the bar of an old mans pub.
Sipping cold beer I could hear the pool table clicking behind, the gas
fire warmed the right side of my body.
An elderly war veteran sat in the corner, smoking a pipe and drinking
half a mild out of a pint glass. He begins to move and after a short
while he reaches the bar. Instead of ordering a drink he places a
handful of memories in front of me, Japanese bank notes and a number of
pictures sit on the bar. " See if you can see which one is me "he
chuckles from behind an overgrown beard. Medals shine as the P.O.W
retreats back to his base in the corner I blink and it appears as
though he never moved.
Pictures of a prisoner camp. Scowling workers. Proud soldiers
The bar lights bounce off the fading shine finish

The night seeps back in and reality rules once more.
Hours later. ...Strange lights...could it be a warning? Is something
going on around me? I watch my reflection, in the mirror, bright for
the darkness backing it. I close my eyes and sink.

I remember earlier, on Monday.
I awoke in a strange house in a bed that was too small. Thin pale
curtains failed to provide relief from the bleak but bright sunlight
flooding in as day. I turned in the bed and noticed that attempts of
speech would be futile. I wandered mute down a cornered staircase
noting the domestic wallpaper and figurine-laden windowsill. I opened a
door into what I discovered was a lounge. Two old friends from years
ago were sat drinking fresh coffee in silence. I groped for a cigarette
in my pocket and sat struggling a drag from the tobacco stick in my
mouth. I could here movement in the kitchen whilst my. Two old friends
looked at me over their coffee cups. I fought back strobe images of
recollection realising the self -respect editor had been at work long
into my sleep. Unplaced sensations of regret washed over my body and I
could see the same paranoia floating from person to person.
As I began to count the empty wine bottles on the floor, a figure left
the kitchen to stand in the doorway by my side.
She was radiance in the morning. Her long hair flowed down her back. My
shins ached as I sat but I stood in silent awe as she came into the
room. Her smile opened up a different chapter in my head. As she spoke,
her words washed my soul and I found myself wondering at such
tailor-made perfection. The way she walked the way she held herself the
shape of her-face. I don't believe in love but this woman inspired me
to create another word for the sensation.

I looked into her eyes. They shone and twinkled I saw into her soul for
a brief moment I thought what ever I said now she'd understand. I had
never experienced a moment like this She touched my arm as she passed
and I could remember her eyes and her smile- shining lights,

I smile at my reflection in the window, seeing her eyes in my gaze.
Strange lights.
The car is travelling at a high speed curling around a bend on a long
unlit carriageway; my companion is staring intently on the oncoming
road. Strange lights in the distance? They seem to becoming closer at
last. The pain in my legs becomes more severe and it seems almost
impossible to see the strange lights ahead even though we must be near.
I realise what my brain has been telling me. I blink though I can no
longer see; a thick liquid has entered my eyes. The strange lights are
a taunt. A lullaby into secure thoughts, the memory came too late and I
now feel only calm. Seeing the strange lights glaring at me, I drift
back into my memories were I may live forever.