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“Yes, that’s what I saw,” said the man chewing his
fingernails and mumbling his words hesitant. “It was a body. I am sure, it was
a body.”
The policeman tried to understand whether the man had
been drinking or not. He seemed to be sober enough; he didn’t stink of alcohol
either.
“That’s what I saw…”
“Floating?” asked the policeman.
“Well… sort of… hovering.”
“Hovering?”
The man looked left and right as if afraid to be
caught in a lie.
“And, tell me, what was the hovering body doing?”
“Just hovering… towards the light.”
“What light?” asked the policemen struggling not to
laugh.
“The light above him.”
“There was a light?”
“Yes, there was.”
“It’s usually a tunnel and a light. But no tunnel
here?”
The man looked at the policeman.
“Well, never mind. I have to go home,” and he walked
away quickly disappearing in the darkness at the end of the street.
The policeman shrugged and continued down the street.
In the meantime, in the grey dark concrete building no
one dare to go in, strange creatures wrapped numbed people in sterile cloth and
teleported them away for scientific tests.
Again and again you take me on a journey with these little tales with images. This one weaves just enough of the right tokens in my own mind together with just the right sense of wonder.
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Thank you, Yordie. :) My objective is to write a story with the smallest amount of details possible but creating the same "atmosphere" and impact as if it had a lot of details, like a snapshot in a text format! Sometimes I wonder if I go too far and the story becomes too cryptic. But then again, if it does, it gives the reader more room to build his/her interpretation!
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