The wind and nothing else.
It blew as I sat carrying away all those parts of me that were not chained down. Bringing with it new ideas that built up like snow drifts against the walls in my mind. I struggled against their weight but it was of no use. They did not collapse, they were smothered, buried, gone. Not a clean slate but a fresh one, funnily enough as pure as the driven snow.
I felt a presence beside me and turned to see Terry standing there.
“Come, the journey continues.”
“Wait! Hold up there Mr Mystery Man. How about a little less ‘Ah grasshopper, there is no try only do’ and allot more ‘what the fuck is going on?'”
“OK, I if pleases you, let us explain what is happening”
“Yes, think my young friend, you do like to think don’t you? I’m calling bullshit on your thinking until you start using your brain.”
Before I could protest and/or punch him on the nose he continued.
“Where were you coming from before we met? What were you doing?”
“I was walking home from uni.”
“Good keep going”
“We had had group reviews that day. Yeah and I remember sitting there trying to contribute something to the discussion but was being distracted by a really strong smell in the air.”
“Good, what was the smell”
“Bullshit! That’s right I remember now. There was a strong smell of bullshit in the air that I had never noticed before but once I did I couldn’t get my mind off it. Once the review finished I left and headed home not to my studio as I normally would. I just wanted to go home and take Saddy for a walk. Then I found you, no, met you. I didn’t find you by chance did I?
“What, are you some psycho stalker or something?”
“Do you want me to be? Where did you work after you left school?”
“And what did you do”
“Fruit and Veg boy”
“The car park”
“Yeah I used to go out and hunt for them sometimes, up the pines over in the Don and in the creek”
“The creek? Think about that”
“Um, I pulled one out that had been in there for a long time. It was rooted.”
“Then what did you do”
“Took it out the back and cleaned it up, or at least tried too. It was pretty rooted though.”
“Yes you said that”
“I get it! That was you wasn’t it?”
“It was my brother”
“Yeah that makes sense he wasn’t that heavy”