Ray Sullivan publishes science based fiction adventures on Amazon, Smashwords, Apple iBookstore, Barnes & Noble, Sony, WH Smith and other good eBook retailers as e-books. Additionally all of his books are available in paperback on Amazon. He also muses on technology, posts comedic books in serial format and discusses the world of self publishing.
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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
‘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.