Collection #1 - Moments
Is that an Ewok shooting?
Running from the hunter had me slaloming through the trees. A new forest. And he wanted his bounty.
But surely he couldn’t catch me…could he?
The sirens rang out from their base, sending panic down my spine as I whistled past the statue of Chewbacca.
See, I had their crystal and this was my next year’s bread. So I mounted my cruiser and sliced through the tall sharp blades of forest grass.
‘Beep’. I set the detonator. 30 seconds and I’d be safe. The forest would be safe.
And the little ones sensed it too. They started shooting.
‘Boom’.
And the rhythm took me
I walked into the warehouse near midnight and I passed by Tash dressed in euphoria and dancing like water.
The house, the deep house, does that. It animates. And touches every hidden key of your soul and makes it sing.
I got my drink and stood by the loud speakers. The music played out a kaleidoscope of colours. God’s art.
Some kids were busy shazamming what they could. It was sweaty but cool and everyone wanted a picture from the front row.
That’s when the melody dropped. Nothing but beautiful energy.
I closed my eyes. Surrendering. And journeyed somewhere new.
Why Dana?
The wind howled through the curtains. Glass broken. A bitter cold entered, ending the summer’s warmth.
Trembling, I crouched behind grandfather’s clock, as it echoed gloom through the hallways into the kitchen.
“Crassshhhh”
How did those plates fall? Is that what I saw at the barn with Victor?
It went silent. And she playfully sung “I will find you, my sweet” as she neared my sister’s room. She was asleep.
The chandelier lights went dark. There was a scream.
As I scrambled, she appeared from Dana’s room and pierced my gaze. Evil.
She cackled and flew away.
“Oh no, Dana!”