The walk home pt.3

I stared at the ramp leading down from the car park to the ground. This was a single ramp as the elevation reached only two levels. The ramp lead into a long road flanked by softly glowing orange street lights. On either side, various buildings stood tall and ominous. The road stretched on like this as far as my eyes could see seeming to go on for miles. Some sort of thick, greyish steam or mist floated about an inch off the road.

I felt a strange chill around me, yet I began to sweat from a feeling of odd humidity created by the misty wisps that coated the road. The car engines I had heard in the distance earlier now seemed very, very far away. The leaves barely moved at all. All was very silent, serene and sent disturbing tingles down my spine.

I stared for a long time, daring not to move, my arms wrapped around me. I was sure my eyes were bloodshot. They were certainly sore, their muscles aching. Deciding there was nothing more for me here, I tentatively began to walk, step by step, towards the descending ramp. I kept my arms tucked in at my sides like some sort of protective shield. To the casual observer I would've looked like a patient at an old fashioned asylum.

The black shoes I wore were oddly muffled as their soles hit the ground. My movements were slow and dreamy. I would not turn my head and only my eyes traveled from side to side to keep watch at the shadows.

I reached the end of the ramp. I hesitated before plunging my shoes into the mist. It felt warm and humid and it crept around my ankles almost curiously. I looked around. Usually, to my left I would've seen some stairs leading back up the dark hill to my house. But there were no stairs. Only the long road, the street lights and the buildings. I could not shake the feeling that I was being scrutinized by something beyond my vision.



Short story by ttius
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Written on 2014-07-21 at 09:57

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
So well described, brings the reader right into the scenery and moment. I felt a tension and an apprehension about the unknown, of sorts... but I felt (as though the protagonist) compelled just the same to carry on the journey! Well, that's how it came across to me, and I thought it was done really nicely :)
2014-07-21