Caught

Brian Reinbolt - psicosismark@yahoo.com

As I gazed down I noticed the moon's reflection spiraling ever so slowly in the water before me, the wind swayed as the crickets chirped but the only sound I was concentrating on was that of my own breath, I could only stop and gaze for a moment to catch it because out of the corner of my right eye I saw him run across the alley in between the corporate structures that prop our society like pieces of shit floating in a pond of superficial waste, like a scared child he kept running, goofy grin intact almost as if he knew the punishment that threatened his very existence, I took my gun out of my coat before losing my hat to the wind.

I quickly chased after him again, step by step I ran but with every inch he was able to escape my grasp until he disappeared into the night, I wasn't ready to give up and I didn't, I was in severe pain like usual, side aching, bones cracking underneath my rigid skin worn by years of fighting the norms that this cesspool around me has set.

Fighting the urge to stop and fall to the ground like a ton of bricks I paced on until I caught his foot which became elongated, stretching out to a sickening thinness, I firmly grasped his ankle before the charcoal like substance evaporated into the night leaving remnants of suite on the street below.

In my apartment while resting my wounds I heard a knock coming from the hallway, I unlocked the hatch connected to the door sneaking a glimpse of who was on the other side; I glanced at a woman with tears rolling down her cheeks, covered in suite.

I quickly slammed the door shut and hid in the corner but the knocking and screaming continued into the wee hours of the night.

The night as it progressed flowed by ever so slowly with the clock ticking as if time was standing still, I heard the pot on the stove steaming as sweat ran down my face but I couldn't for the life of me remember making tea let alone at this time of the night, I looked out the window and down below at the field outside as its stalks swayed back and forth while the moonlight covered it in a blanket, it's funny this happens once in a great while, the city is usually what I see, I live in the city and I wish she would stop knocking.

This is television isn't? I'm not here, I can't be.