Decorations
Last night I was in front of a chalkboard covered in undecipherable symbols. People were dancing – backs on the ground, hands behind their head with hips bouncing up and down as if they were a swing bridge. The group wore identical grey tee-shirts with a colourful swirling label pasted on the front and bright pink pants. All were in very good condition, not an ounce of jiggling. They gave their presentation, and after everyone clapped. I said I must go downstairs and rearrange the Christmas lights. It was April and getting late.
I went into the basement of the old school. The well worn steps were steep, shaky and crackling with every movement. Once the door closed behind me, the world turned black. I hit the bottom. I took my phone out and pressed the torch. Where was the light switch? I spanned every wall and the ceiling looking for illumination. Nothing. No bulbs, switches, or any hope for light.
Ward 14
Last night I stepped out of a cab – directions unknown. The rain poured in slanted silver sheets. I was saddled with a horribly disgusting passenger. The object next to me was all black and gooey as if covered in shiny tar. I have no idea where he came from. He was just there.
You would have a hard time telling if the blob riding with me was human. The thing rolled out of the cab and lay in a dirty puddle, floating like a lung oyster in the toilet. And the putrid smell, decaying organic matter not of this universe. The sick shit was my roommate and I couldn’t have walked into a more horrible condition.
The Spicy Road 