You wake up

You wake up in a distant time ….frozen as if captured in alabaster. ..a firm hand holds your ageless foot bringing it into the light …you breathe  as if to say “I have told such awful lies” …a voice clears the air ..” let us concern ourselves with the truths you have yet to tell !”….In that bright blinding light all attention is drawn in judgement not of you but of the soft under pad of your toes … you are frantic and confused ..”.It is the lies that count” …a host rebukes your niave preoccupation with untruth .”.If they are not truths they are no concern of yours or ours .”…


About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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