Image by Christine Renney
He wanted desperately to pinpoint when it began, the exact moment that he had felt the first tremor. But it hadn’t happened like that, suddenly and revelatory. No it had been slow.
Ever so gradually he became aware of something happening beneath his feet. Slowly he had become more and more attuned until he was able to anticipate when the next tremor would occur and, readying himself for it, he could prepare for the impact.
He wondered if there were others who felt the tremors and suffered as he did. He watched his family and friends. He studied people in the street, in the supermarket and on the bus, people anywhere and everywhere. He concluded that if they did, if there were others who felt the tremors, then they were much stronger than he and better at hiding it.
He sensed that he had always sensed them, subconsciously at first of course, and then consciously. They were buried deep down in the ground – the faintest of flickers, dying torches in the darkest mine shaft. The tremors hadn’t surprised him, hadn’t shocked him and this, in itself, was shocking. And now they were taking their toll and he could no longer stand firm and continue as if nothing was happening. He could no longer pretend
I like the feel of this (if you’ll pardon the pun). I think it works quite universally as so many of us have, at some time, felt as if we are party to something which nobody else is aware of. There is a fine sense of mystery too, which, as you know, I always like. Love the photo as well!
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Thank you so much Chris.
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Reblogged this on The Brokedown Pamphlet.
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I really like how you can climb in to and inhabit the mind of someone so palpably that when we read it, we feel we are within them also and begin to feel as they do.
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That’s a wonderful compliment Candice. Thank you.
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