Walking through a bush-clad, narrow valley with one other person; a male. Stopped to perch on a high mossy rock and take in the surroundings below. Nonchalantly dropping pieces of broken canellonni pasta. Aware that we needed to stay VERY still and quiet so as not to attract the attention of a band of pusuers. To no avail. They found us and forced us to stand in the bottom of the ravine whilst they flooded the depression and then left -figuring they'd killed us. As the water level was rising I found myself wondering how they didn't know about this thing called "floating" or "swimming"...
Trapped in a building 5 stories up.
Plasma TV screen smashes in the empty carpark below.
Monkey swing down a level but asian family tries to return us.
In the public toilets we meet a girl with extended knobly arms.
escape outside.
Now we (about 6 of us) are at the edge of a river with a raft loading it with building supplies and provisions. We push off from the left bank into the flow. It takes us to a marshy place truncating in boulders leading to a path between two cliffs. We all set to work building to disguise the entrance to this place -hmmm, methinks we've been here before.
After we'd all but blocked the entrance it became a one way entry in so we had to get out by scrambling up the valley which opened out into a brambly space like half an empty section or a wide alley. Just as we were getting out to the road a dump truck reversed up and hurled, from a great height, 20 cubic feet of dead chickens. We had no option but to keep still and hang on to the nearest branch whilst they poured all around us. There was one attached to a keychain.
Out in the open no one knew what we'd been through. We were just normal people -a bunch of rag-tag misfits, sure, but nothing to stare at. Not wanted. No longer hunted. Our pasts were forgotten, slipped into a thing of myth. We were free at last. Walking liberated.
One of the girls is trailing a rope. It rustles through the dust. We get used to it.
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