Last Night I had a dream.
A boy found the crack in the wall as he dropped the sticky sickly sweets his mother passed him. Then they found the well under the cinema through the crack in the wall. Though those who had built it must of realised what they were building it over. The main screen was built over a cavenous well which stretched almost to either side of the auditorium. It twisted as it went. If you could of looked down you would almost be able to see down to the first twist of the brick lined walls. Piece by piece technicians carefully took away the floor boards which covered the cinema revealing hefty wooden slats made of a heavy wood, something archaic which had stood the test of time. No-one knew when the cinema had been built, probably back in the medieval times when rumour has it, The Starlight was a theatre.
So within the screen room was a giant, whirlpool of a well, twisting into the ground like a giant corkscrew, or, as the boy imagined, a twister. Supporting the remainder of the cinema structure on a series of complex block and beams they finally took away the huge slats. The workers all stopped. A kind of silence filled the room, which usually echoed every sound. They stood round the edge, and the chief excavator fell on his knees and leant over the well. The brick lined edges we strong, a dark grey colour without mould and plant life. The well was waiting, it looked up at the projector room with it's one eye. The boy watched from there with his mother still sucking on sweet candies. He shuddered. The chief excavator leant forward furthur, the water was nearly black in colour and deathly still. They tried many ways to find out where it led, they looked for town plans, they followed water sources, none of which connected, they tried to send probes down but no lines were long enough, they would have sent divers but none would try this unknown water, this mysterious entity. The men left. The chief excavator went away on another project. The cinema was closed up. The one eye stared endlessly up.
The boy had a practical mind. He spent days down at the seafront with his mother, one had in hers, one on an icecream which dripped over his fingers and later became peppered with sand. He always wore his red cap and despite the amount of sugar he silently consumed he never grew fat like other children. His mind was fast working, lickity split. Mother used to take him to the aquarium on the hill. There she chatted to the man in the brown trousers who looked down at him over his glasses and patted his head.
The boy wandered off to look at the fish in their tiny glass cages with hand written cards glued to the outside telling you that this was a pike and that one was a puffer fish. His favourite tank looked almost empty his eyes reflected in the distorted glass, making them stretch out like a fishes. He thought maybe that was why their eyes were so bulbous. It was this tank the boy went to now. Inside were the star people, he didn't know their names because the sign had fallen off long ago. They had no eyes. When the man and mother went into the office he fetched a chair from nearby. He was the only one there. Climbing on the chair he reached through the opening in the top of the tank and pulled one of the star men from the side of the glass. The boy had a practical mind. He hid the star man. I don't know how because he hides things so well. When the boy and his mother returned home he went to her sewing box, and from there he took the longest strand of silk ribbon he could find. The turquoise shone, it had come from her prom dress, which she had dismantled during the war for parachutes and the like. Although their town was never really affected, except the boys father, he went to France smelling of cigars and hadn't come back yet. The boy crept out of the house when mother was asleep and took his bicycle.
The boy sat in the cinema staring into the dark abyss as the excavator had done. He looped the silk ribbon around the star man and tied it gently. He took a deep breath and lowered the ribbon down into the well. It went on and on and on into the darkness. From under the still water you could see the boy sitting above lowering the ribbon, and the starfish dropped furthur into the dark, the blue ribbon moving as if in a breeze.
A boy found the crack in the wall as he dropped the sticky sickly sweets his mother passed him. Then they found the well under the cinema through the crack in the wall. Though those who had built it must of realised what they were building it over. The main screen was built over a cavenous well which stretched almost to either side of the auditorium. It twisted as it went. If you could of looked down you would almost be able to see down to the first twist of the brick lined walls. Piece by piece technicians carefully took away the floor boards which covered the cinema revealing hefty wooden slats made of a heavy wood, something archaic which had stood the test of time. No-one knew when the cinema had been built, probably back in the medieval times when rumour has it, The Starlight was a theatre.
So within the screen room was a giant, whirlpool of a well, twisting into the ground like a giant corkscrew, or, as the boy imagined, a twister. Supporting the remainder of the cinema structure on a series of complex block and beams they finally took away the huge slats. The workers all stopped. A kind of silence filled the room, which usually echoed every sound. They stood round the edge, and the chief excavator fell on his knees and leant over the well. The brick lined edges we strong, a dark grey colour without mould and plant life. The well was waiting, it looked up at the projector room with it's one eye. The boy watched from there with his mother still sucking on sweet candies. He shuddered. The chief excavator leant forward furthur, the water was nearly black in colour and deathly still. They tried many ways to find out where it led, they looked for town plans, they followed water sources, none of which connected, they tried to send probes down but no lines were long enough, they would have sent divers but none would try this unknown water, this mysterious entity. The men left. The chief excavator went away on another project. The cinema was closed up. The one eye stared endlessly up.
The boy had a practical mind. He spent days down at the seafront with his mother, one had in hers, one on an icecream which dripped over his fingers and later became peppered with sand. He always wore his red cap and despite the amount of sugar he silently consumed he never grew fat like other children. His mind was fast working, lickity split. Mother used to take him to the aquarium on the hill. There she chatted to the man in the brown trousers who looked down at him over his glasses and patted his head.
The boy wandered off to look at the fish in their tiny glass cages with hand written cards glued to the outside telling you that this was a pike and that one was a puffer fish. His favourite tank looked almost empty his eyes reflected in the distorted glass, making them stretch out like a fishes. He thought maybe that was why their eyes were so bulbous. It was this tank the boy went to now. Inside were the star people, he didn't know their names because the sign had fallen off long ago. They had no eyes. When the man and mother went into the office he fetched a chair from nearby. He was the only one there. Climbing on the chair he reached through the opening in the top of the tank and pulled one of the star men from the side of the glass. The boy had a practical mind. He hid the star man. I don't know how because he hides things so well. When the boy and his mother returned home he went to her sewing box, and from there he took the longest strand of silk ribbon he could find. The turquoise shone, it had come from her prom dress, which she had dismantled during the war for parachutes and the like. Although their town was never really affected, except the boys father, he went to France smelling of cigars and hadn't come back yet. The boy crept out of the house when mother was asleep and took his bicycle.
The boy sat in the cinema staring into the dark abyss as the excavator had done. He looped the silk ribbon around the star man and tied it gently. He took a deep breath and lowered the ribbon down into the well. It went on and on and on into the darkness. From under the still water you could see the boy sitting above lowering the ribbon, and the starfish dropped furthur into the dark, the blue ribbon moving as if in a breeze.
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SG at work would definitely make the day more interesting... I'm not sure what my boss would say if he saw it on my computer screen though! In case you hadn't noticed, I now have the internet at home again! Woo! You still stuck on your mums computer?
Oh and you are exactly right about my daydreams - cartoon bubbles do in fact pop out of my head.
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