80’s Beat

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On her tail as she fizzed and sparked came the distant call of windchimes, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until the way station delivered me to the place which I belonged to above all other places. Years had passed. So many calendar days peeled away since I’d last gazed into those tricky brown eyes, yet those lost years and days were now as meaningless as the fallen leaves that littered every sidewalk I’d ever walked—head down and heart astray. In my mind, I saw a Ferris wheel. The biggest, brightest wheel I had ever seen. It spun like a spiral galaxy, and I could smell cotton candy and hotdogs and fireworks and the scent of lovers dancing to the music from my youth beneath a moon whiter than bone. Whether it was future or past, I couldn’t quite say, but as I pursued her as fast as I could, it hardly seemed to matter. As her song replaced the 80’s beat that whipped around the Ferris wheel, I saw her smile in my mind’s eye, and it stretched across the horizon. Not much longer, I told myself, and then as quick as a flash the light of the great beyond engulfed me, and I passed from one state to another as if waking from a dream within a dream.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US

6 replies »

  1. “Years had passed. So many calendar days peeled away since I’d last gazed into those tricky brown eyes…”

    Love!

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