What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?
(feat. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to heaven.mp3)
A heavy wooden door closed with a silent bump.
The stranger raised his head and looked around before making a step into the mud. Obviously it had rained the night before, and that was the sole reason he had to stay night at this godforsaken place; but now the road lay in front of him again, and there was no time to waste.
Everything breathed with fog. It seemed like in all directions were only curtains of thick white clouds, and it made the whole picture look like a strange sort of heaven. The only thing to be seen was the peaks of grayish-brown oaks and maples, and their remaining leaves awaiting for the last breath of the autumn wind.
She - for it was a girl, despite the numerous layers of clothes leaving little chance of revealing her gender, - straightened up, set the bag with quite a few belongings right and started her way.
***
As time passed, the morning fog started to lift, and still everything around remained still and unclear. Although she was quite certain of her intention which was known to a rather narrow circle of people, every sound seemed to startle her. After looking at a number of acorns having fallen beside her, she smirked to herself and suddenly stopped again.
This sound had definitely nothing in common with leaves shaking in the wind or twigs broken by her own steps. Horses walking - and, judging by the rhythm, there were several of them. No matter what the exact number it was, or if the animals had people or any other living creatures on their backs or beside them, it could hardly bring any good, and she hurried to hide herself beside a mighty oak. The colour of her rags and the autumn leaves around would cover her perfectly, if the unknown visitors had no intention to search through the forest.
What she saw after that, would be none of her guesses, if she had any at all.
A number of people riding horses of all colours entered the path which she had only a couple of hours ago stepped on. It was hard to say what made them extraordinary in the first place - their thin clothes which seemed inappropriate at this season, or the fact that none of them shivered even for a second, or the serenity on their faces as they were ascending the uneven road. The first four horsemen looked as if they had already been to this place, but their looks were constantly moving from one tree to another. They were obviously ready to react in case something unexpected came in their solemn way. Despite this fact, they didn't make an impression of someone who was in a great hurry.
They were followed by a single horse carrying a lady on its back. Anyone who could see them would surely understand that the whole procession, no matter what their destination was, was for her own sake only. Her white gaze apparel barely touched the ground, and although her dress would make any girl die of envy, it wasn't the thing that attracted the most attention. It was rather the crown on her hair - quite a thin but clearly visible hoop of silver or some other unknown metal shining dimly, although hardly any rays broke through heavy autumn clouds. Her eyes were lowered to her own hands grasping the rein, and it seemed her thoughts were far away and higher than any of the trees in this forest.
Two more horsemen closed the file, their eyes locked on the lady and once in a while searching through the surroundings.
The whole sight, no matter how beautiful and mysterious it looked, beared a great air of solemness and, together with that, sorrow. At moments they seemed to be floating above the ground getting closer to the thoughts that probably troubled the lady in the middle so much. Now the stranger wasn't that much afraid; for even if she stepped out right in front of the procession, there was little chance they would notice her or anyone at all.
However mournful it appeared, it could hardly be an omen of bad luck after all.
After the last horsemen disappeared in the horizon, she stood up, threw off some leaves from her shoulders and continued the way.
There was yet much to walk and little time to waste.
***
She readjusted the headphones and walked out of the shop.
The evening sky was gradually being filled with stars - a clear sign of upcoming frosts.
It was already dark, and the silhouettes of high-rise buildings looked like some mysterious shapes against the dark blue background. The lantern hanging from the side of a shop signboard gave little light which threw weird shadows on the snowy path.
About five minutes to get home.
And even less to get back to reality.
(feat. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to heaven.mp3)
A heavy wooden door closed with a silent bump.
The stranger raised his head and looked around before making a step into the mud. Obviously it had rained the night before, and that was the sole reason he had to stay night at this godforsaken place; but now the road lay in front of him again, and there was no time to waste.
Everything breathed with fog. It seemed like in all directions were only curtains of thick white clouds, and it made the whole picture look like a strange sort of heaven. The only thing to be seen was the peaks of grayish-brown oaks and maples, and their remaining leaves awaiting for the last breath of the autumn wind.
She - for it was a girl, despite the numerous layers of clothes leaving little chance of revealing her gender, - straightened up, set the bag with quite a few belongings right and started her way.
***
As time passed, the morning fog started to lift, and still everything around remained still and unclear. Although she was quite certain of her intention which was known to a rather narrow circle of people, every sound seemed to startle her. After looking at a number of acorns having fallen beside her, she smirked to herself and suddenly stopped again.
This sound had definitely nothing in common with leaves shaking in the wind or twigs broken by her own steps. Horses walking - and, judging by the rhythm, there were several of them. No matter what the exact number it was, or if the animals had people or any other living creatures on their backs or beside them, it could hardly bring any good, and she hurried to hide herself beside a mighty oak. The colour of her rags and the autumn leaves around would cover her perfectly, if the unknown visitors had no intention to search through the forest.
What she saw after that, would be none of her guesses, if she had any at all.
A number of people riding horses of all colours entered the path which she had only a couple of hours ago stepped on. It was hard to say what made them extraordinary in the first place - their thin clothes which seemed inappropriate at this season, or the fact that none of them shivered even for a second, or the serenity on their faces as they were ascending the uneven road. The first four horsemen looked as if they had already been to this place, but their looks were constantly moving from one tree to another. They were obviously ready to react in case something unexpected came in their solemn way. Despite this fact, they didn't make an impression of someone who was in a great hurry.
They were followed by a single horse carrying a lady on its back. Anyone who could see them would surely understand that the whole procession, no matter what their destination was, was for her own sake only. Her white gaze apparel barely touched the ground, and although her dress would make any girl die of envy, it wasn't the thing that attracted the most attention. It was rather the crown on her hair - quite a thin but clearly visible hoop of silver or some other unknown metal shining dimly, although hardly any rays broke through heavy autumn clouds. Her eyes were lowered to her own hands grasping the rein, and it seemed her thoughts were far away and higher than any of the trees in this forest.
Two more horsemen closed the file, their eyes locked on the lady and once in a while searching through the surroundings.
The whole sight, no matter how beautiful and mysterious it looked, beared a great air of solemness and, together with that, sorrow. At moments they seemed to be floating above the ground getting closer to the thoughts that probably troubled the lady in the middle so much. Now the stranger wasn't that much afraid; for even if she stepped out right in front of the procession, there was little chance they would notice her or anyone at all.
However mournful it appeared, it could hardly be an omen of bad luck after all.
After the last horsemen disappeared in the horizon, she stood up, threw off some leaves from her shoulders and continued the way.
There was yet much to walk and little time to waste.
***
She readjusted the headphones and walked out of the shop.
The evening sky was gradually being filled with stars - a clear sign of upcoming frosts.
It was already dark, and the silhouettes of high-rise buildings looked like some mysterious shapes against the dark blue background. The lantern hanging from the side of a shop signboard gave little light which threw weird shadows on the snowy path.
About five minutes to get home.
And even less to get back to reality.
I've finally read this and I can't help reading it again and again.
ОтветитьУдалитьI like the story, I adore your way of writing *___*
Thank you for such a pleasure ))
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