Common sense has become uncommon.
Delusion has become reality.
Written by Edward Roads
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 236
Awareness
Mytwosentences 234 (Dying to know 56)
The embrace was not only an interlock of a tired and wet traveler to her potential identity, but also a mystical reception, call it a wriggle, between two unknown knowns.
The rain noticeably intensified as cloak and clutch between Allie and the stoic presence named Zenobia dripped to a single question… the rain danced on and baby Stella became silent.
Written by Edward Roads
Photo by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 230 (Dying To Know 53)
Whirlwind thoughts slammed hard… her disgusting father was dead, her loving, although distracted mother was dead, her baby was dead… she disembarked, actually fell, onto Brigadoon without the culture and grace of the bird who brought her there.
Zenobia slowly crept toward Allie, who was now facedown and unconscious; everything was about to begin.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 228 (Dying To Know 51)
Allie Carraig sat strong on the custodial sea bird, a peculiar and undigestable thought to be sure, as if she knew it was supposed to be beneath her… but how could that be?
In the glide of moments, she suddenly remembered the laborious harrow of the buckwheat, but it wasn’t like before, it was just a passing memory… then, for the first time since she woke, the fulcrum of the dizzying flight leveled.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 224 (Dying To Know 47)
“Why, phrwth, why, where, aaaahhth,”… Allie’s voice was loud in the cloudfilling nothingness… she spued up another lung cough and lay with misplaced experience returning… this beach bully, yes it was a bird, was lurking just to her left.
Allie wiped her mouth, turned, saw the gigantic bird 2 inches from her volatile soul, and screamed at the top of her lungs “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh”… that was when the air, for the final time in her crunching life, got quiet.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 221 ( Dying To Know 44)
What Allie Carraig then experienced was something most wish they could one day know, or at least approach… an awakening of sense and spirit, life and feeling… at that moment (she figured it was just another headache) her eyes finally unrolled into a less painful semblance of focus.
The boots were getting soaked as the tide continued to be playful, splashing in and out, laces floated; and her well worn footwear filled with salty beach and leftover moonshine… then the gigantic bird stepped forward and screamed.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 218 (Dying To Know 41)
The piebald colors of her favorite, at least that’s what she instinctively thought, snack were lined up very inviting, in a perfectly neat line… Allie had the yellow gooseberry in her left hand.
As the ocean insisted on splashing and pesky clouds continued to close about the moon, the emaciated Allie Carraig put the succulent berry into her mouth, and with eyes now closed, slowly bit down and savored the sour burst.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 216 (Dying To Know 39)
Allie looked carefully around as she somehow (how?) knew to… foaming sea splashed in; moved out; then spun in tiny eddys about her shaking, deep planted heels… in/out/splash… in/out/splash.
She tilted her weary head and violently sneezed; then came a long armed, rather disgusting nose wipe… she knew she needed to move up the beach… Allie swallowed a harsh flinch… then suddenly fell straight to the sand when her shocked eyes saw what was on the table.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 208 (Dying To Know 31)
A tristful moon tried to unfurl it’s peek-a-boo self, not only from a stubborn cloud deck, but also, seemingly, from the pull and weight of the sky itself.
Directionless moonbeams ricocheted pianistic light amongst billions of pop up and down crests, as an enormous, spotted gray sea bird flew above the pristine seafront… {holy friggin crap this water is cold} save for the fresh footprints filling in and draining out with tidal regularity.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 207 (Dying To Know 30)
As a moonlit fog confronted darkness, Allie struggled to pull her torn shirt above her head, back and forth hips wriggled out of her pants, and hefty boots, one at a time, plopped down on the shore leaving their mark.
She stood, completely nude, shameless and hard… letting her worn hands slowly slide over her tender, aching breasts… she took a deep breath, looked up, then down, and slowly waded into the water.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 204 (Dying To Know 27)
Despite the gelid sea and a discharged syringe at the shore, Allie crawled only a bit, looked about the pressing grass with it’s breathing sumptuousness, and began to embrace her unexplainable warmth.
No crawlies, no weird bugs, no this, no that, just a {damn it!! damn it!! I don’t mind being alone, I just don’t want to be insignificant} shocking realization that her clothes were dry, and for the very first time since it happened, remembered her disgusting father.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 202 (Dying To Know 25)
Thousands of kilometers away, a solitary woman, clad in isle simplicity, felt, smelled, and harvested the opulent vegetation of her self-sustaining fortress in the deadly North Atlantic; known to all, including those no longer with us, as Brigadoon.
Here, Allie, with reddening nose adrip and crusty right arm in need of medical attention, moved inspectively closer to the carved ‘shill d19’ on the massive table… that’s when she became aware of a warm air current blowing on the back of her legs.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 199
After she was laid off from the crab cannery and unable to sleep an English wink, Laura, nude and shadowy, made her way to the filthy front window of the second floor flat she rented from a fat, boisterous woman named Viv.
Looking over the broad thicket, and now wrapped in a soiled comforter she would never, ever touch otherwise, Laura contemplated the sketchy path she took to this point; and decided to be better than the grainy, blank stare she gave more than one hundred eighty years ago in London’s first known photograph.
(Written by Edward Roads)
(Photo by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 197 (Dying To Know 21)
As she carefully approached the enormous, oaken table, Allie’s vacant acceptance of what was unfolding around her started to bend, like a forgotten aqueduct that began to receive dribs and drabs of fresh water.
She hadn’t an earnest thought, or a simple memory recall, about where she came from or why she was there… only that her name was Allie and someone or something had made her bleed.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 194 (Dying To Know 18)
There were moments, brief indeed, perhaps better described as pauses, where unremarkable events that took place during the course of a given day seemed to subliminally disengage; as if the air, in all it’s capacities and nuances, suddenly got quiet.
Those were the thoughts that seeped into Allie Carraig’s unsteady mind when her regard for the bloody syringe abruptly dissevered… and she noticed something absolutely terrifying.
(Written by Edward Roads)
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