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Fire In The Rain

The radio party mix is annoying me. I turn it off, rummage through shelves I never clean for music I never listen to. I have something in mind, something peaceful. Soothing. Intimate. It's dead quiet here, lonely. It's been a year since I last went out with anyone I really liked.

The last girl I liked, several years ago, is pregnant now. I've started to crave having some intimacy in my life. My possessions are really the only thing keeping me company lately. Novels. Art books. CDs, DVDs, and assorted appliances to play them on. Beer bottles. These are my friends on a lonely night like this. I need to take my dog for a walk.

Dog hair and strange noises keep me company under street lights that point out every crack, blade of grass, dead insect, dog poo, spilt drink, every pebble. It starts raining. I find a park and sit watching the stars under a flimsy steel aegis, making names and stories for each, but knowing only the space between them.

My dog cleans himself. I envy his simple mind. It must be good, concerned only with fleas and mating. I think long and hard about the world around me. My dog doesn't notice the buffalo wander past, or the Mayan hunting it, focused on only one thing in life.

A pair of dryads stroll past, singing alluringly of summer and flowers. I call out to them but they don't hear me. They are too beautiful to hear my weak strangled voice. But then, one comes back, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and I'm like fire in the rain.

The rain ceases. I return home, play an old favourite album on my iPod that I haven't listened to in years, and let the music lull me into a dream of the world engulfed in flame to a hauntingly beautiful tune.

I wake bolt upright and need write this down. It's 5.41am. I'm not sleepy. I keep writing, and light greets a page of wonderful prose scribbled out in haste. I lean back in my chair and watch the sun come up, and my world suddenly isn’t so bad.

25 мая 2015 г. 11:49:10 2 Отчет Добавить Подписаться

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Daniel Ferguson I have come to the conclusion that I don't know who the hell I am any more. But I'm writing through some issues I have, chief of which is Asperger's Syndrome. I may be bad at a lot of things, and 2016 has been a real eye opener, and I did not handle that well at all. So, I'm focusing on writing efforts, cleaning out the drama in my life, making a list, and crushing goals. The important thing is to keep moving forward. Though you can take short respites to elements to think in peace, though.


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Strong piece of writing. I can relate to many things that you describe. The ending was great!

  • Daniel Ferguson Daniel Ferguson
    Thank you. It was inspired by something someone I met at an undergrad showcase at my University wrote. Unlike the other guy who talked to that girl, I actually *read* her work and liked it. June 23, 2017, 23:14

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