The woman looked out the window at the female figure standing motionless in the field. “Who would be out there at this ungodly hour!” she thought. There were no crickets singing and no field mice rustling the grass. There was no moon. There was only the silent noise of darkness under the suffocating stars. The woman in the house shivered slightly . There was something about the way the figure stood, her head at a crooked angle, the unseeing glowing eyes, and arms pointing to the dark earth, like a puppet waiting to be animated. When she looked again she realized that the figure was wearing a bluetooth headset.
She watched as the puppet’s mouth opened slowly. There was no sound; just a gaping cave from where the four winds rushed out all at once, silently howling through the cathodes of radio frequencies into a living labyrinth of cartilage, cochlea and nerves. She was relieved that her cell phone didn’t ring. She would find out whose did in tomorrow’s obits.
traveler,and photographer, I'm the hopeful storyteller, a sometime virtual wanderer, a seeker of light and magic - and a finder of old bones and philosopher stones- including adventures in the time machine. Just your average everyday mad woman.
and a very Happy New Year, happy Hogmanay and Athbhliain faoi mhaise daoibh!! Storyteller/Builder Tahiti Rae closed her historic installation New Year’s Eve with a scene from Britain’s finest hour. From July through October 1940, the Battle of Britain was fought in the air by The Royal Air Force, The Royal Canadian Air Force and units […]