In small spaces, the visions are stronger. A thick jelly across his perception, smeared with the vivid flashes of violence, demons darting between events, bangs and snaps of war. His heart jumps up and down. His breathing can hardly control itself. Strange screams warble in his ears. An unbidden dream accosting his waking hours.
The creatures in the supermarket watch him. Fearing and pitying him with the same sneers. He cries into his folded arms and wishes he was not placed between two worlds.
Paddy Dobson
28th October 2020