20 September 2012
It's dark, in a the pitch of the alleyway the light is soft, the orange glow from the above street lamp fills the area 2 meters in diameter. The gentle hum bounces and echoes from the above light and off the walls. I see it, laid near the cold hard metal fence, I can see it. Glimmering like the sun in the sky. I begin to walk towards it, like a magpie dragged towards a diamond necklace. I then stop. Suddenly in awe of the intense light this object possesses. I bring my hand from out of my pockets. As a reach closer towards the spherical object. I'm struck, struck by the fascination of the light and power it holds. Its a spherical object, fitting perfectly in my palm I pick it up. It's cold and silver. It was laid, abandoned in the alleyway. The street lamp goes out and the humming stops. The ball of power still glistens with intensity, suddenly, like a jet it burst into the air and dissipates off into the stars. I will never know of what the ball did, only it's power.
It's strange what you find in the alleyway. The mystery of this object haunts me, concealed now only to my memory and concealed now to the stars, like a distant dream.
The Alleyway • Opuss № I