Ezichi Faithful
@ezichifaithful
11 months ago

#NircleStories
A lonly Tuesday night

A dead melancholy ambience greets all coming through
:Irky walls

I'm walking down the patched street lanes

Dense of quiet

An open field

"The Grand NOIR"

Pulled out the polymer card I was given

That you could almost feel,taste,the eyes of the dwellers of the in between crawling on your skin from amidst the trees
A few steps further, and I reach into my coat pocket
Snivelling from right to left

l reckoned turning back whence I came
Where the sky is bereft if twinkles

And the pitch dark nothingness in the other part

I couldn't but notice the cluster of stars in one part of the sky
The road bent left

And even in such darkness

The bushes were scanty,like they peeped through the ground to stare

The trees were detached from one another
You could tell,by their posture, they were dead

And the ground beneath my feet began creaking
A few more steps I walked further

And a frog croaked
A cricket chirped

An owl hooted

Further, I went, and the creak augumented

My heart paced

Lost in the wonder of this lethargic world, I had stepped on an old bridge
My skin folded

Chills went up my brain, and my hands shook vehemently

The air lost its sentience
l couldn't move my own feet

And my heart sunk
The bushes rattled
Like a pillow sucked of air

"This must be the end, I thought to myself,'

The world I saw quickly and rapidly sprung upwards
And the earth made a sound as though it was folding

And smooched my cheeks
Then it all came to a halt

As the water quickly penetrated my trousers

l panted,I fell into the creek
No wonder the croak

And the crickets

The racketeering in the bushes

But then, in the midst of this wafer-thin resurrection, my mind came alive abruptly, and my heart sunk again,now further than it had when my shoes pinched that old bridge

The creaking was from the old bridge

What must have done that
A bloodhound?

A bear?

A witch?
An old hag?

My pupils dilated, and my hair stood shook
It was my aged uncle

With a flashlight and a cane

He laughed in a melancholic manner

"Give me your hand.Forgot to fix that bridge 30 years ago.'

"Oh, I forgot,I'm blind,"and he laughed even more,wilder this time,louder so much the swamp
water was warm.


Clearly, I have an experience, I beg utterly not to relive.

The end,now excuse me. I've got to catch a smoke.