Colin Fielding
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Un-lost
I was not well. I was walking. Walking. Walking. How long had I been walking? The streetlights weren't lighting the path in front of me. I looked around and could see some cars illuminating the freeway far off, but that wasn’t in the direction I was heading. Where was I heading? The pavers in front of me were cracked more often than not and grass burst through in a haphazard Guerrilla warfare against the grey slabs. I didn't recognise this state of disrepair. Where was I? I searched for street signs, but I had lost my bearings and my feet didn't stop. At an intersection I turned left, the next one I turned right, then straight ahead. I couldn't get more lost, could I? I turned my mind back to when I was home, when I’d gotten the call. I had gotten bad news, I had left. I couldn't accept what I had heard, it just couldn't be right. I couldn't keep it all straight in my head. My memories were fractured. What had happened?
By Colin Fielding4 years ago in Families
