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Look back

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Why did I not put shoes on? He said to himself as he inspected the bottom of his foot. I mean I walked past the shoes to get outside, I looked at them, ignored them and knew that it was a mistake, but still I didn’t stop.

He pulled the spike out of the flesh inspected it and threw it aside. The blood ooozed out. He was already calculating how much pain he was going to suffer over the next few days, how many pairs of socks he was going to waste because he didn’t put his shoes on. He started to sweat, heart beating quicker, it wasn’t the pain that made his sweat just the annoyance with himself, the worst kind of frustration, his forehead squeezed together and his eyes dimmed. He leant back against the pallet and breathed.

Spinning

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Around and around we went, the circle spinning, the feet, the steps all in time, methodical.

The music repetitive as the world vibrated with each pluck of the strings. All in a trance.

Earlier that day the steps had been practiced in the village at the top of the hill, quiet and shaded from the midday sun, there had been laughter as the novices had stumbled over their feet desperately trying to understand the steps.

But in this moment in the late morning hours of the night, the rhythm and the steps were natural. The body had learnt. The mind was not really there, there was no counting of the steps, no thoughts of what happened next, just the feeling of hovering in one’s own body. A shimmer, a vibration, a relaxation.

Sound, body, heat all meshed into one.

Forever

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‘There ain’t no thing man, it’s like a constant movement, constant state of flux’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘There is no forever’

‘Shut up, you are just using words to try and say something controversial, forever has as much weight as a word as constant movement.’

‘Eeeeerrr well constant movement is two words for starters, and has more letters so for sure it has more weight.’

Tom sneered at Greg, he was always coming up with these weird and sometimes wonderful, sometimes not, impressions or cliches, but Tom liked it. Even if he did put him down all the time.

‘Look all I am saying is the road won’t go on forever… at one point it will stop, there will be a red light or a round about or simply a dead end.’

Greg was in full swing.

‘Okay you want to play that game… If we look at the road system all across the country I think you will find that they all connect in one way or another, therefore the road does go on forever.’

Greg paused for thought, ‘but it has to stop at the sea.’

‘Well hold on’ an idea popped into Tom’s head and he smiled, ‘take a circle would you agree that if we put a pulse, you know like the one in France that races around a circle…’

‘I feel sorry for that pulse, it must be so tired’ Greg interjected.

‘Shhhh, I am making a point… if we put a pulse into a circle it would continue forever.’

‘Well…’

‘Shut up’ Tom snapped, ‘I realise it will need force and all that but we are discussing forever, a circle goes on forever.’

‘Okay okay’ Greg agreed, he wanted to hear more

‘If we look at the road system as an interconnected forever circle, put a pulse through it, it would go on forever, despite the sea, all roads lead to London and all that.’

‘Hmmmm… I am not sure’

‘We need a map, I bet you all the roads in the country are interconnected. They have to be… Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to get from A to B… I’ll prove it, get on the bike we need to buy a map… wheres the nearest shop?’

The boys got on the bike and set off Greg turned to Tom.

‘Mate I don’t think we will find a shop around here, this road goes on forever…’

The boys burst into laughter as they raced away.

Laughter

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Her laugh, that’s what did it, she would start talking in a kind of mumble, struggling to make her point, then punctuate the words with laughter making her sentence incomprehensible. The laughter would start light but deepen and as it did, she became more and more desperate to make her point. Unfortunately more often than not she failed, hamstrung by her own happiness. After a moment or so her laughter would be so deep that no air could pass into her body, she would end up silencing herself. But it was sooo contagious, all I ever wanted to do was to hear that silence.