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Monday, 3 December 2012

Parallel Lives chapter 27

The voice sounded familiar, the words had a shape, but nothing John heard made sense. It just sounded as though it should do, but he couldn’t make it out. He was aware of the whiteness of his surroundings, the lights and the bright clothes passing in front of him but his sense of focus was as ineffectual as his hearing. Forcing himself to concentrate he realised he was lying down, his head supported by a firm pillow. By turning his head left and right slightly he could see the edges of the pillow rising, just make out the points of its corners. Roving his eyes he caught a glimpse of peach topped with black, moving to his left, growing larger then diminishing: a person, busy near him, he surmised.
‘Concentrate,’ he mumbled, squinting to make the person clearer. A nurse formed out of the blurred edges, looking at him as he spoke. Looking down at a clipboard she responded.
‘Good morning Mr Hodges, how are you? You’ve had a check-up.’ John tried to work out who she was speaking to, his surroundings were far too vague and bright for him to distinguish anybody else. Another peach blob drifted in from the right, no black top, no top at all, just peach perched on a painfully white column. A deep voice passed in and out of John’s thoughts.
‘Strange results…something technical…report to military something or other…Hodges awake I think nurse…to it.’ Then the peach blob was gone, his voice occasionally drifting in with the odd word, usually a mumble. The nurse continued talking to the person she called Hodges, but made little sense. Her voice drifted in and out like peach blob’s did, less technical terms but little extra relevance.
Bright walls changed to pale blue and grey, a sharp cold wind blasting over his face. More voices, deeper and commanding and then he felt his body rock side to side, followed by a dark tube enveloping him. A loud bang, a grating sound and two, distinct metallic pounds were followed by an engine starting. A dark shape, possibly peach, possibly darker, topped with brown leaned over, speaking calmly, talking nonsense. A burning sensation in his arm was followed by falling back, further back, further.


Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011

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