I took him into my confidence. He was genuinely curious – I had him figured as a nice guy – he wanted to know the truth. Why did I spend my nights alone? Why did I never leave the confines of my self-inflicted exile? Not my memories, as such, more my now. I told him all of it, of course. I always did. He was my mad escape from Elba, but at the same time I fear he has become my Waterloo. Returned into the world outside, a world so long without my kind of mind – I had made sure of that. A world royalty free, without our precious nobility. It sickens me, the thought of this world. So unclean, not a New World Order but a world in the wrong order.
I will see to that.
I shall awaken my brothers and sisters.
A quick flash piece that “just happened,” I started writing this about five minutes ago. The ending surprised me, I had no idea it was about aliens or monsters or whatever the Hell they are. The prompts come from BeKindRewrite (with Not my Memories, Royalty Free and Wrong Order) as well as from Trifectawith Confidence: a relation of trust or intimacy. Also, for those of you who don’t know, I am calling for submissions and distributors from all around the globe for a free magazine distributed to the people on the streets, in cafes and bookstores. The mag is called Photocopier Press. Check it out…