MY HAIR RIPPLED IN THE BLACKY PURPLE TORNADO PULLING ME TO THE NEXT STAGE OF THIS RUE. I COLLAPSED. THERE LAY, JUST I. ON A TILED BEIGE FLOORING. A CRUDESIAN TABLE LAY IN CENTRE. MY CLOTHING WARPED INTO A TANGIBLE RAIN OF INDIGO, FORMING A PEAR SHAPED DRESS WITH THREADS OF SWEAT FROM MY MASK OF SHEAR
BLACKNESS AND… RUBY?
A SILHOUETTED HALLWAY STEPPED BELOW MY FEET. DARKNESS THRUST AGAINST ME LIKE A SHUDDER OF THE EYE-LID. A MONSTEROUS SHADOW CROUCHED UPON THE WALLS NARROWING ME IN, MOCKING MY ACTIONS AS I PACED MYSELF EAGERLY TO WHAT APPEARED TO BE A VINTAGE PIER GLASS MIMICING MY WAVES OF DISMAY SHOCKING ME.
STARTLING THE SHADOW. CLUTCHED MY HANDS ON FURTHER MIRROR TO WHICH POSTULATED A PERCEPTIBLE
DANCING FIRE BLAZE.
I MUST CONFESS. THE BLAZE DID ALSO STARTLE AND CANDLES AS A COMPANION TO COMPLIMENT THIS BLAZE. FEAR STARTLED MY BONES; SHATTERING THE REMAINS OF BRAVERY. A FLASH OF ABSENT MINDEDNESS STRUCK THE SEMI-BLACK CORNER WHERE TWO WALLS COLIDED. A WOODEN CHAIR OCCURRED OUT OF THE INTERSECTION OF MY IRIS. WORDS SPOKE FROM A SUDDEN BLOB. THE DIALOGUE CONFUSED MY EAR-DRUM WHILST ON THE WAY TO MY BRAIN. NO SUCH WORDS COULD BE REPEATED. THERE’S NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT, THE BLAZE OF FIRE, VANISHED. THE FIGURE UNBLURED AND WAS.
EDWARD EARNEST.
