Once a man knows his fate, he has no choice but to follow thru
It was as if night had fallen years before and so much time had passed it was taken for granted that the dawn would never break. Nelson watched in rapt amazement as an angry cloud twisted and stretched above the theatre, lightning bolts licking at the buildings below. The image scared him. Not so much for acid surrealism but for the message he'd find in it years later. The buildings were familiar but with neon detail. Charicatures both visually and symbolically. He cowed back beneath a stairwell feeling as though several organs were missing from his chest. "What a crazy fucking dream" he said aloud. Nelson had always posessed the gift of knowing when he was dreaming. And on occasion he was actually able to control the outcome. This time there would be no such luxury. The buildings in his view were alive. The theatre laughed and glowered down at him while the lesser buildings including a Tavern and a Firehouse all jeered. He could feel fat drops of rain from the storm and sought shelter indoors. The stairwell he'd been watching from was green and dark and smelled of poverty. Behind the stair was a door and tough he'd never seen this place before he knew it was the home of the girl who slept beside him. Rae, Nelson?s long time live in girlfriend slept peacefully, oblivious to his deceit and to the conflict playing out in his dreams. They had met years earlier and built their house of cards relationship on a foundation of lust and sexual discovery.
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