A place to go

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William Biggs

Thursday, 10 May 2007        

A place to go.

Night after night I had passed the strange location. I began to recognize it and became aware of every detail. I found the building light in the same way. My eyes became attracted, addicted to this place, every eve it beckoned me to return. Simply gazing on it seemed to provide a relaxation, it warmed me. My body became accustomed to its feeling and presence; I found it, almost difficult to leave it. Despite this I had to carry on, they where close behind me now.

This was not the first time that I had passed the building and approached it with curiosity. I had wandered here before. This building seemed of some overwhelming significance, when near I felt pathetic and feeble, this building, mansion or ‘castle’ seemed to posses some great inhuman power far beyond my conceivable imagination.

As previously I waited and rested near to the building, my back lay vertical against the huge wall, again this unbelievable feeling of nostalgia, anomalous refreshment and suspicion passed through the very material of my being.

It happened suddenly. I was unrepentant, almost unaware of this ‘attack’ I was about to undergo. I felt a hard thud to my right, this failed to affect me, and I was dazed and confused by the sheer marvel of this magic place. The second warning was more obvious and harder to ignore. A hand was placed on my shoulder. The way in which it touched me was indescribable, there was no feeling or emotion in this being I was now contemplating. I pondered its nature for a while, until the hand did seem to posses a feeling, an emotion; the hand now gripped my shoulder with intensity, a feeling of urgency and aggression showered over me. I was now left with now choice but to confront this creature.

I slowly turned my head. I could see, in the corner of my eye a man. A tall man. A big man. An old man and an interesting man. This aggression and urgency flourished and eventually disappeared, increasingly when the man spoke:

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“Hello there boy, why do I find you sitting beside my lair?”

The man’s voice was soft, enchanting but clear and precise.

“I, I… I was just resting momentarily, sir” I eventually replied.

In an instant I found myself respecting him.

Again the man spoke, this time with interest and affection;

“So, boy, what brings you here? This is a long way from the hustle and bustle of your town. Not often are we blessed with a visit from someone of your age, it is,” the man paused,

“An honour, please…P…Please, do come inside”

At first this invitation concerned ...

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