Emerging: it took me a while to find inspiration for this one. Well, it just took me a while to find inspiration. I’m attempting to start or find an idea for three different projects at present, so I didn’t give much attention to the fourth. Shamed into doing this after reading Rebecca’s haiku, since she has far better excuses to skip than I have, I studied the photo a while longer, and came up with 370 words.
Thanks as always to KL Caley at New2Writing.com for continuing the #writephoto meme, and this week to the guest photographer, Geoff Le Pard. Great work, people!
Emerging from the commute
I walked along that road, every day, morning and evening, Monday to Friday and occasionally Saturday. The alcoves in the wall added some sort of mystery to the bleak exterior, even if the bricks were encrusted with lichen, dirt, graffiti, and the grime of ages. Some of it was probably fossilised soot from the time when the tube trains above were powered by steam.
The thing about commuting: eventually you do all of it on autopilot. Even crossing the road is not a conscious choice. You look both ways, and around the corner, ‘alert’ for a maniac or two driven to knocking you down. “It was her fault, officer, she never looked.” I looked, and always saw, and reacted, but never in my conscious brain. That only came to when I reached the office. Or if I picked up a Metro newspaper and did the Sudoku. And that was easy enough to do on automatic.
Something tingled in my brain though. Something different.
Was it a stranger in a strange place?
Had there been a taxi, heaven help us, actually waiting for a fare?
Had the man who wore bow ties worn a cravat?
No. It was before the station.
I walked home in the dark of the early autumn; rain-slicked pavement, leaves sticking where they shouldn’t. There! Something was different. As I passed one of the alcoves, I could feel it. I stopped, looked. Nothing.
I walked on. Imagination. Work was getting to me. Work wasn’t getting to me. I needed a holiday.
I slept well enough.
Next day, I saw the alcoves. Looked and saw. Smelled the rain lying in the corners, in the creases of the bricks. Felt the decay of the leaves in my bones.
I whirled on my heels as something leapt out behind me, but ran away. I relaxed. No danger.
But what was it?
A youngish, greenish man, turning bronze and gold with the leaves. Not wearing much. Funny head-dress.
Maybe I did need a holiday.
Just like the man in the car insurance advert, who’d collided with a knight in armour, chasing after his horse.
Must look up intersections of ley lines, and see if there’s one around here.
© J M Pett 2021