Weird crows, she thought, am I dehydrated what a strange palace it doesn't make sense either. What are those mountains in the background for? Is it snow that I see or did a part of the sky fall?
They always said she was no thinker but it felt as if her brain refused to take a break.
Stir it up, little darling, stir it up...' The long-forgotten song blasted through her head. She wondered when it would end, the tune, refrain, 'stir it up', not again, not again, she screamed.
What could the majestic building be the other capital John spoke about or was it all just a dream, a vision perhaps, a crazy trap of her mind?
'She's such a lovely socialist' a voice whispered, she felt as if she was dreaming but wasn't sure. How could she see herself walking in a desert and at the same time hearing a door squeaking? Wake up, she said and wished someone would pinch her.
The bird of prey circled above her head.
You are not dead, yet, it said. How come its voice sounded like John's?
It's the season finale do you really expect me to give you a presentation of ideas about how to hypnotize the worm?
Words, words, more words, a chain of words creating a crazy sentence. She giggled and kept laughing long after John had told her everything would turn out alright.
Vaguely she heard his footsteps disappear through the corridor while her feet sank away in what turned out not to be the desert but quicksand.
It's a beautiful day, the voice of an angel sang, how are you doing today ma'am?
It's just a dream, not real, it's a castle built of sand was her last thought as the nurse gave her a final shot. Before her eyes, the castle fell apart taking the birds with it in its fall. Suddenly it became dark 'Stir it up, little darling..' were the last words the angel sang.
4-4-2024
Picture: AI-generated by me - bing.come/create
Very vivid imagery. I'd like to know more of this story