Sitting on the edge of my seat, there are shadows about, gathering before they speak. There are words and phrases that were unknown, without the assistance of an interpreter. To explain the dialect, clarity and meaning. I suspect that I am dreaming. Moments later, dark clouds fills the sky. Somehow, a streak of lightning coming from nowhere penetrates my eyes. Something touched me, I couldn't tell what it was. So I looked over by shoulder to find an adolescent shadow asking for directions. I tried to speak, however, words wouldn't come to mind. I dug deeper to find empathy in my third eye. So I took a piece of paper from my pocket, I began drawing a map, indicating where we were, along with the path the shadow should take. The shadow reached out to shake my hand. I felt something unusual, but nothing was there. I smile and said I wish you well. What happened after that I could not tell. Suddenly the shadow disappeared, without saying a word. Suspenseful it was. However, there was so much to think about. I asked myself why, but I didn't understand, why I was approached in the first place. Was it a mistake. Soon after, a faint voice called out my name. It sounded like my mother, who was taken into the unknown. Was it a warning, or an indication to return home. Was the adolescent shadow a replica of me growing up. Not sure. Suspense
© Daniel Mason