Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Scroll (part three of nine)

One day in 1996 in Glasgow I wrote on the back of a Michelob Beer poster. I decided to fill it up from top to bottom with spontanaeous writing.

She had what is known as 'Klieg eyes' (eye strain due to the excessive brilliancy of incandescent floodlighting lamps. qf Collins New English). She screwed her eyes up because merely shutting couldn't halt the painful glare. She put her head in her arms and folded down on her chest. At last the pain subsided. It was then that they started on her ears. But it wasn't unpleasant. Like a church organ but with all the notes playing at once. Dad would have hated this obscure Kist'o'whistles. Karen had asked for it. The Truth is Out There posters on her wall, her favourite song, Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft by the Carpenters, was never far from her tape player. she was basically a UFO nut. One of thousands if not millions around the Earth. 'This is it', she thought on the third second which had passed since she had abruptly awoken from her nights' slumber. Unfortunately others thought differently,'Acute brain haemorrage Mrs Macgregor, it's very rare in such young people, I'm so sorry but it would have happened instantly and Karen would not have felt any pain.'
A massive bear hug 'Oh its so good to see you Karen, but why did you ask for it at such a young age?' 'I missed you Dad.'

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