One day I was told you should write a book but never seem too get that far. These are my shorts

Sunday, 7 January 2007

You ought to know

You ought to know

The words filtered though the rest of the voices, clamoring for attention the cacophony of voices in her head almost driving them out “You ought to know” the voice had said quite clearly this time, she wished she knew how to shut those voices off, the thoughts of others filtering though into her own brain many, many voices a babbling nonsense most of the time but sometimes one was clearer than the rest, like the radio tuning in itself
“You ought to know” it said again, “I ought to know what” she thought
“You ought to know what you are able to do”
She looked around her at the empty street, it had been raining a little, the sweet smell of wet tar and concrete was comforting to her, some long forgotten smell that reminded her of a home that she could hardly remember she had heard the voices over and over since turning 16 this time one had replied to her, wait replied….maybe if I think again the voice will reply again
“Yes, I hear you”
“I hadn’t even thought of anything yet you answer”
“I hear your thoughts little one, you ought to know that”
“You mean you hear me, like I hear you”
“I’m going mad” she said out loud to the street lamp, slightly silly talking to a street lamp but then so was talking to a dismembered voice in your own head
“No little one you aren’t mad” The same voice this time, not in her head but from the alley, Oh great she thought some drunken guy reading my mind.
“No little one, I am not drunk nor on drugs” the tall wispy looking man uttered as he emerged from the shadows of the alley and into the pool of light from the street lamp. I or we to be precise, we have been searching for you for a long time for 16 long years we have searched for you now we have found you little one and I have come to take you home
“You out to know” the voice louder clearer now, the static gone “You ought to know, you are one of us and this is what we do”
She stood under that street lamp light and watched as the man lifted his head to the sky and she heard, quite clearly this time, three words “I found her”

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