Dream Stone

[Rudi]

I have no idea why I wrote this. I found it in my 'draft folder'. Evidently I intended to rewrite, but forgot about it.

Dream Stone

We arrived at the dining hall in a Land Rover

We were armed. I don’t know why

It wasn’t even Land Rover season

Leaned the shotgun against the dessert trolley at a jaunty angle

Hung my homburg on the hat stand, my overcoat on the coat stand,

My umbrella on the umbrella stand

One table was unreserved, and we sat down unreservedly.

Unswervingly

The carrots were gassy, the beans stringy, the potatoes stared unblinking.

The meat was pheasant. It was unpleasant, loaded with shot, but it was game.

The décor was neo-gothic

There were 278 skeletons, and all of them were Acker Bilk

The table faced into a corner, so we could not stare at the feast

The waiter looked unwell, unkempt & unaware of us at least

The waiter was me in 15 years time, serving the public

Later to cater for their nutrition

I wished id brought more ammunition

I awoke when I couldn’t take anymore,

Another washed up stranger upon the shore.

Rudi Z Samborski © 2005

[Hope4Peace]

im well, speechless..... very interesting to say the least..... Im not sure exactly what i think of it atm...... i may read it again later see if i cant figure it out better..

one thing is for sure.. there is no shortage of imagination and creativity.

[mayeast]

Nicely written parts. That's probably why you saved it. In my opinion all it needs is a story or some emotion to focus the details around.

Right now it's sort of oscure what the vision is.

[Steve]

You're a nutter! You been hanging around with Evans or sumink...?

[Rudi]

I think MayEast is right. I hope so anyway.

I have some un-serious competition with Evans. I cant get him out of my head sometimes. Looking at it now, it reads like Raymond Chandler on acid.