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Until now I had been able to vaguely convince myself that I was imagining all of this. But now I know that I am wide awake and this is real.

My bus soon arrives and the bus driver appears uncomfortable with me boarding, but I have the money so he lets me pass. I take my seat, and thankfully the bus only has another couple of passengers on board. I am seated at the rear, as far away from anyone else as is possible.

I feel tired, so tired. My entire being seems to yearn for sleep, or maybe more than sleep.

I tell myself to snap out of it, “We’ll have no more thoughts like that.”

Continue reading “Tracks, a short story: Part 14” →

I have to get away from them, Leah is in danger as long as I am around her. I also need to try and sort out what the hell is going on with me. What happened in the forest? And what is it with these birds?

I have to stop running in the end, I am totally out of breath and my head is killing me. Whatever hit me left a major bump on the back of my head and it is throbbing. Luckily there was only a small amount of blood which soon stopped.

Continue reading “Tracks, a short story: Part 13” →

Leah rushes over to Rob, who is holding his nose and attempting to stem the flow of blood.

“What the fuck was that?” he shouts.

“I don’t know,” Leah replies, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I’ll get a towel,” she says as she rushes into the kitchen.

She is soon back with a teatowel which she passes to Rob. He applies it to his nose, which seems to have stopped bleeding. Meanwhile, Phil remains unconscious on the ground.

Leah approaches him, “I had better check he is still breathing.”

Continue reading “Tracks, a short story: Part 12” →

Leah and Rob had been talking in whispers while Phil was in the shower. They were both trying to make some sense of the situation. Rob was still trying to hold onto the crazy boyfriend theory, but she could tell that he wasn’t as confident as he was pretending. Leah had the feeling that there was something very strange going on. But what?

“Look, Rob, you don’t know him. He is as straightforward as they come. No wild conspiracy theories, crazy religious beliefs, just a very grounded guy,” says Leah.

“He looks pretty crazy to me,” Rob replies.

“I get it, I understand why you would think that. But this is all too weird. His behaviour is so different to normal. Oh, hey Phil!” she says as she sees him coming down the hallway.

“Phil, what’s wrong?” she exclaims as he charges into the kitchen, barging Rob to the floor.

Continue reading “Tracks, a short story: Part 11” →

The shower feels good. I guess I got used to being wet and frozen but the warm water is beginning to remind me of what comfort is. This is also a chance for me to be alone and not have to talk. I don’t know what, or how much, I should say about last night. Rob’s confidence was shaken by the bird but he is obviously thinking of me as the crazy ex-boyfriend. I can hardly blame him for that.

I close my eyes and begin to attempt to clear my mind, just letting the water flow over my face. Finally, I begin to relax and realise how tired I feel. I think I could lie down in the bottom of the bath and take a nap.

My foot slips and that is that, here comes the sleep I was wishing for.

Continue reading “Tracks, a short story: Part 10” →