Dark Side of the Moon by C. Sean McGee

Author:C. Sean McGee
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: CSM Publishing
Published: 2013-05-17T03:00:00+00:00

THE GREAT GIG IN THE SKY

He was dreaming.

But his little paws were so very sore.

He felt like he had been walking for months and as he shuffled forwards, he caught his reflection in a small puddle of water that was being fed by a leak in a rusted pipe that ran above his head, along the length of the tunnel’s roof.

He saw in his reflection, an old rabbit, like he, gazing through the murky water with the same tired expression. The older rabbit looked worn, as if Time and age were clinging onto his skin, anchoring him to his past and frightening him into running so that when he stopped and assumed he could run no more, his skin hanged loose and little sheets and kinks rolled in nice round and simple folds.

And it was hard to tell if he had stopped for good or whether he was just catching his breath before he tried one last time, to get somewhere.

The old rabbit’s eyes were less than red; they were more of an orangey brown haze as if his spirit were now setting into the line of his imaginings and darkness were casting its shadow over his horizon.

He had a single breath in his mouth of which he swished around like a piece of hard candy, passing it through his teeth and under his tongue and though a child might have crushed the air with their chafing appetite and scoffed one or two more without even an inkling of consideration, the old rabbit kept that single breath in his mouth and held onto it like life had done unto him.

And when he finally exhaled, that last breath limped and hobbled out of his mouth and it settled just shy of his trembling chin. And though the old rabbit was terribly old, Theodore knew that the reflection was his own.

He had; since he was a child, felt this constant familiar strangeness to his own aging, as if a grain of sand were being compared to an Earth in its reflection. And in time, when he would accept that he was no longer that tiny seed and imagine himself revolving infinitely around his own imagination, he would then see in his reflection that his oceans were not as full as they had once been and what was once lush and green was now arid and crackling under the effect of Time.

And he had always felt; whenever he glimpsed at the pulling hands of Time in his own reflection, that he had been so small and insignificant when in fact he was momentous and telling and then that he was so handsome and relished, revered and adored when in fact every smile was a sneer of revolt and then that he had become learned and sagacious when in fact, he still knew so very little about himself and those who loved him and hurt him the most and then; in the end, that he was finally ready to run, when in fact, it was already too late.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.