fiction:
Homeless
I am at the top in between two rocks. Many thousand feet below are sparse number of people. Soon its many people on horses fighting. In no time, a small pool is filled with them. One of them looks that there are people up here. It looks like a normal busy street. There were families hanging their clothes on ropes at unreachable heights on the multi-storeys where they use a stick to manipulate the rope before hanging clothes on it. It was time to leave. We left with what we had In emergency situation, I took somebody's sandals which I thought might be big for me, but were not. We all left. Earlier , in the neighbourhood my friend K was giving keynote lectures for her company. She had long hair. My dad realised he had about 4 bags of fruits. The last one was green grapes. and said that he had about 12K Rs. Before leaving, we had lost about half the people. some were burning in the plaster mummies of Mt Vesuvius shape and others only heads on the floor. We dont know who did it. When we are standing in a building, with many arches, front exposed, a jeep comes by 3 to 4 times. we try to stand in such a way that the cuboid columns will give us protection from fire. Then a men are two come out of it and impress upon us how the buildings around are huge newspaper ones and that we should leave.
6.30.15 dream. last night I saw the poem in the de Mezzo Il mare about the plaster mummies of Mt Vesuvius.
Homeless
I am at the top in between two rocks. Many thousand feet below are sparse number of people. Soon its many people on horses fighting. In no time, a small pool is filled with them. One of them looks that there are people up here. It looks like a normal busy street. There were families hanging their clothes on ropes at unreachable heights on the multi-storeys where they use a stick to manipulate the rope before hanging clothes on it. It was time to leave. We left with what we had In emergency situation, I took somebody's sandals which I thought might be big for me, but were not. We all left. Earlier , in the neighbourhood my friend K was giving keynote lectures for her company. She had long hair. My dad realised he had about 4 bags of fruits. The last one was green grapes. and said that he had about 12K Rs. Before leaving, we had lost about half the people. some were burning in the plaster mummies of Mt Vesuvius shape and others only heads on the floor. We dont know who did it. When we are standing in a building, with many arches, front exposed, a jeep comes by 3 to 4 times. we try to stand in such a way that the cuboid columns will give us protection from fire. Then a men are two come out of it and impress upon us how the buildings around are huge newspaper ones and that we should leave.
6.30.15 dream. last night I saw the poem in the de Mezzo Il mare about the plaster mummies of Mt Vesuvius.
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