Darkly Flickering
The light of a tall street lamp wouldn't stop flickering abhorrently. It stood tall in the dark, near to a crook of a quite street. Its impression was quite dramatic, and rather eye-catching. At first, the girl who waited for her pick up across the street lamp didn't notice it. Or at least she didn't notice its flickering light. She was too busy thinking about many things one at a time. The streets wasn't loud, but it's enough to made her dived deep into her thoughts.
But a strong and cold wind blew so suddenly, bumping with her small cheek and forcing her to followed the wind's direction. The street lamp. The girl almost shrugged off the event if the flicker of the street lamp didn't catch her attention. The girl stared at the tall object, tilting her head just a little bit, observing the strange and what she thought rather supernatural circumstance.
Suddenly the streets went quite. People's chattering went silenced and slowly vanished. No horns sounding with rage, no vehicle sounds, nothing. Just a whisper of the wind and in fact the flickering of the street lamp. The girl gulped. She regretted focusing on the tall street lamp. The air around her turned more chilly than before.
She felt that the flickering was know patterned. Like a sign, it tried to tell the girl something. She froze, completely torn between convincing herself that it was just her head playing with her imagination, or in fact, that the street lamp was abnormally gave signs to her. The patterned flickering continued for the next minutes, giving the girl some times to think what she must do. She chose to follow what was happening, despite it's her imagination or something else.
A bird suddenly interrupted the girl and the tall street lamp's out of ordinary interaction, as it landed full with a scene. The girl squinted both of her eyes, annoyed, as she just started to feel some kind of a comfort coming from the tall object. It was a very ugly bird, all dark and dirty, and seemed to be dying or hurt. But the girl didn't gave the bird a slight concern. She immediately hated the bird.
Just when she planned to shooing the bird, she noticed the street lamp stopped flickering. She mentally wondering, but didn't show it. Both to the bird or to the street lamp itself.
And for it felt like a snapped on a finger, the streets suddenly gave the girl some signs of living. It started to let out some car engines sound, some cursing from strangers' mouth, and some squeaks from vehicle's break. She blinked confusedly. She looked around, noting that her environment has felt normal again. But the street lamp wasn't. It still emitting its light, but without the flickering. The girl feel a slight disappointed lingered inside her.
She thought that she's about to experienced something thrilling, something unique perhaps to the level of oddity. But it turned out to be nothing. She chuckled, cursing herself for letting her imagination grew awfully vivid. Just now, she thought that the street lamp near her was some sort of 'talking' to her. She actually letting herself thought that the street lamp was an object that vibrating weird aura that only she could noticed or understand.
"You're now a complete deranged person, congratulation," she muttered sarcastically to herself. And so out of the blue, the light bulb of the tall street lamp shattered. She almost jumped at the sudden loud noise. To her, it felt like an act of a tantrum. To what, she couldn't quite name it.
"What the-" she gasped. She hurriedly approached the shattering and took a really good at it. She frowned as she noticed that the shatters was as red as her cardigan. Blood-like. She knelt and took a piece, and observed it. She swore that it shaped almost like a heart.
One honking noise, that was enough to made her went deaf, broke her attention fully.
"What are you doing in the middle of a street?!" the driver yelled throughout the windowsill. She let her ears to stopped buzzing before she turned and looked at the car who almost hit her.
"Dad?" she squinted as the car's lights was to bright for her eyes that was so accustomed to the dark.
"Hop in, we must be home early," her father yelled some more.
The girl quickly nodded, but not forgetting to bring the strange piece of the shattering light bulb.
"What are you doing there, sweetheart?" her father asked, sounded a bit more relaxed this time as soon as the girl sat down on the passenger seat and closed the door.
"I-I don't know," she replied truthfully.
Her father stared at his daughter for a moment, before deciding to shrugged it off and stepped on the gas.
The girl waited for the car to move a bit longer before he glanced to the piece in her palm. When she opened it, it's still blood-like red, but this time with a drop of blood between the imperfected arches. She thought she cut herself, but the blood wasn't hers.
She then glanced timidly on the rear view mirror. The tall street lamp was gone.
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These are just some thoughts that has been stuck in my head for a while. It may be a prologue to my upcoming short story (or novel if I got the time and a nice amount of intention). What do you think? Some comments or feedbacks would be deeply appreciated!
But a strong and cold wind blew so suddenly, bumping with her small cheek and forcing her to followed the wind's direction. The street lamp. The girl almost shrugged off the event if the flicker of the street lamp didn't catch her attention. The girl stared at the tall object, tilting her head just a little bit, observing the strange and what she thought rather supernatural circumstance.
Suddenly the streets went quite. People's chattering went silenced and slowly vanished. No horns sounding with rage, no vehicle sounds, nothing. Just a whisper of the wind and in fact the flickering of the street lamp. The girl gulped. She regretted focusing on the tall street lamp. The air around her turned more chilly than before.
She felt that the flickering was know patterned. Like a sign, it tried to tell the girl something. She froze, completely torn between convincing herself that it was just her head playing with her imagination, or in fact, that the street lamp was abnormally gave signs to her. The patterned flickering continued for the next minutes, giving the girl some times to think what she must do. She chose to follow what was happening, despite it's her imagination or something else.
A bird suddenly interrupted the girl and the tall street lamp's out of ordinary interaction, as it landed full with a scene. The girl squinted both of her eyes, annoyed, as she just started to feel some kind of a comfort coming from the tall object. It was a very ugly bird, all dark and dirty, and seemed to be dying or hurt. But the girl didn't gave the bird a slight concern. She immediately hated the bird.
Just when she planned to shooing the bird, she noticed the street lamp stopped flickering. She mentally wondering, but didn't show it. Both to the bird or to the street lamp itself.
And for it felt like a snapped on a finger, the streets suddenly gave the girl some signs of living. It started to let out some car engines sound, some cursing from strangers' mouth, and some squeaks from vehicle's break. She blinked confusedly. She looked around, noting that her environment has felt normal again. But the street lamp wasn't. It still emitting its light, but without the flickering. The girl feel a slight disappointed lingered inside her.
She thought that she's about to experienced something thrilling, something unique perhaps to the level of oddity. But it turned out to be nothing. She chuckled, cursing herself for letting her imagination grew awfully vivid. Just now, she thought that the street lamp near her was some sort of 'talking' to her. She actually letting herself thought that the street lamp was an object that vibrating weird aura that only she could noticed or understand.
"You're now a complete deranged person, congratulation," she muttered sarcastically to herself. And so out of the blue, the light bulb of the tall street lamp shattered. She almost jumped at the sudden loud noise. To her, it felt like an act of a tantrum. To what, she couldn't quite name it.
"What the-" she gasped. She hurriedly approached the shattering and took a really good at it. She frowned as she noticed that the shatters was as red as her cardigan. Blood-like. She knelt and took a piece, and observed it. She swore that it shaped almost like a heart.
One honking noise, that was enough to made her went deaf, broke her attention fully.
"What are you doing in the middle of a street?!" the driver yelled throughout the windowsill. She let her ears to stopped buzzing before she turned and looked at the car who almost hit her.
"Dad?" she squinted as the car's lights was to bright for her eyes that was so accustomed to the dark.
"Hop in, we must be home early," her father yelled some more.
The girl quickly nodded, but not forgetting to bring the strange piece of the shattering light bulb.
"What are you doing there, sweetheart?" her father asked, sounded a bit more relaxed this time as soon as the girl sat down on the passenger seat and closed the door.
"I-I don't know," she replied truthfully.
Her father stared at his daughter for a moment, before deciding to shrugged it off and stepped on the gas.
The girl waited for the car to move a bit longer before he glanced to the piece in her palm. When she opened it, it's still blood-like red, but this time with a drop of blood between the imperfected arches. She thought she cut herself, but the blood wasn't hers.
She then glanced timidly on the rear view mirror. The tall street lamp was gone.
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These are just some thoughts that has been stuck in my head for a while. It may be a prologue to my upcoming short story (or novel if I got the time and a nice amount of intention). What do you think? Some comments or feedbacks would be deeply appreciated!
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