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Jan. 17, 2010 With the end of dusk the fog settled in from all sides and the town became almost only a place of deep dark that housed only intermittent electric lights. These lights, peering sideways and downwards out into the streets, broken indications of the day, were overtaken by nature. Once proud and modern totems now humbled in the dark and mist and ever changing quiet chaos of seasons within a twenty-four hour day. The man recollected how he had dreamed of the movie actor, and had wondered why; - such a strange and unfitting vision of sorts, far from profound or meaningful, yet there, plain, distinct. He entered the large store and thought that the energy of the store was too frenetic. The store always sounded good enough on paper- one thousand types of paints, wooden projects, feathers, beads, paper, canvas, thread, amulets, talismans, pictures, frames, postcards, rings, stickers. Dowels. Always there was a bin like this of dowels, - in so many stores of different kinds. He stopped often to look at them, and wished he knew exactly what they were and what they were for, but didn’t. He admired them nevertheless, the different sizes and they were often coloured at the ends- orange, green, yellow, maybe even blue or pink. But the store’s energy was funky and in a bad way. Too many women possibly, or something else, - a strange vortex, improper lights, who knew? Looking through the prints he saw one in black and white- rocks close up- river tumbled rocks, and below it a picture of light streaming through the leaves of a tree. There was water in and among the rocks, and they had lines around the edges. Then in and around that print, just before it, was a print of the movie actor he had seen in his dream hours before. Then he left it alone and walked through the store more. He looked up and around. Too many people- maybe that was the simple problem. He walked out into the fog, and soon drove away. The night would seem to eat him and the car and laughed gently if any bird or spirit force had been watching from above and had a view through all the fog. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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