Sparks

   I remember it was a terrible heat. For some reason we changed our cool hideout for this furnace  - I don’t remember whose idea that was. It’s not mine I know for sure, so when it’s not yours, it’s always the second guy’s.

   The second guy moaned about the heat. I know he wanted some sympathy. I looked at him sweating, trying to guess how much water has he got left. Statistically a human body is 75% water, but I could barely see this amount now. I would give approximate twenty.  A skinny creature requiring care.

   ‘Sit’ I said, ‘I’ll come back with water.’

   I had a tough time making him sit down on the ground and after a looked around. We needed water and perhaps something sweet as well. Oh that hunger arrived.

   It was getting darker, although it’s still been crowdy around.  I started squeezing through a crowd, desperately realising it’s a fight with an angry river.  You have nothing to use against the hostile and powerful element. Panic was arising, and although I understood it’s fine in my situation, but I just couldn’t fight it. I closed my eyes and imagined everything’s gone.

   Someone dumped an ice water bucket on me. Moar, I cried, catching drops going from my hair with my mouth. The guy laughed and ran to a fountain. The fountain! Now I remembered " there’s been one there. I wanted to dive in it, but I had no time, as I needed to find pure water to drink. Not the one people piss in.

Naked people were dashing around, jetting each other with water guns and screaming. I wasn’t joining. I was walking, fighting a growing desire to fall down. I tried walking straight, as usual, but I couldn’t. All those sparks were everywhere; no sunglasses could help. There was a tune in a distance, a very annoying one. I could hear it playing loud and then quiet a moment after.

 

This desperation

Dislocation

Separation

Condemnation

Revelation

In temptation

Isolation

Desolation

Wake up.

 

   But I wasn’t sleeping. I was wide awake. Nothing shall halt me.

   A boy and a girl were riding a tandem bike, wearing a paper ‘anonymous’ bag on their heads. Faces were drawn: one was happy and one was not. A kid was making circles around me, wearing a spooky hockey goalie mask. An old man in a baseball cap was sitting on a bench, complaining about “the brave new world”, which was “rotten”. Well, grass used to be greener.  Blue suits were trying to catch those who are naughty enough to jet non-participants.

   ‘High-five, mate!’ said a teddy bear. A huge one " taller than me. I was surprised.

   ‘Isn’t it hot for you?’ I asked. The bear put his paws on its head and took it off. There was a middle-aged Indian with a cigarette in his mouth inside. Was he actually smoking  there?

   ‘It’s a furnace’ he answered.

   ‘How do I look?’ I asked, ‘It’s important for me to know how do I look.’

   ‘For a hundred dollars’ he said. He was worn-off.

   I suddenly realised I made a circle. I was standing near my pal, who was sitting on the ground.  A stall with drinks appeared from nowhere " just a step from us. I gave a crumpled piece of paper and started to wait. There was nothing in the beginning, but as I counted to seven, a tiny jet appeared, rapidly becoming a stream of pure water.

    I was jetting my pal, hoping he will wake up. He should; he may miss everything otherwise. I was being let go, and I saw the sun flaring for a last time, the sky getting darker and the stars appearing like eyes of the night sky. We had to leave.

   I hitchhiked a car with an enormous boot. People in it were kind, but suspicious. There were not allowing me to smoke.

   ‘Everything’s blocked, d****t, traffic’ said the driver. I heard the siren, and I felt we started moving faster. I looked in the mirror, but only saw very weird colours passing by on a great speed. Hyperspace, I guessed. I wanted to sleep, but I mustn’t. I was afraid I would't wake up.

   I was getting lonely. No one wanted to talk to me.