Wednesday, 20 June 2007

32: calm orange light

I wake up at four in the morning. The rain is pounding against the window. An orange light is coming in through the window. I threw away my curtains. I get out of bed and go and look at the orange light. The whole outside is orange, like a kind of calm fire, and the rain is stopping me from seeing anything past it, just the orange light.

I stand looking at the orange light.

My stomach trembles.

I get back into bed.

I dream of going into work and stacking the fruit and vegetables for a while, and then going on my lunch, and then stacking the fruit and vegetables, and then going on my break, and then stacking the fruit and vegetables, and then going home and avoiding Ian as much as possible, and then eating something late at night, and then getting into bed.

I wake up.

1 comment:

Literary Monthly said...

Great interview of HP Tinker. (Didn't know where else to post this.) - Mikael Covey