Memories, talking about memories
10 Apr 2024Tex Vandoodoo
The ache in my head isnt always there, it visits like some unwanted guest you cant escape from, sucks out your goodness before moving on to find some other mug ripe for harvest.When it does drop in to stay it's so varied in length, intensity and pain its difficult to know what to do.
The only thing that is constant is the image of the woman securing me in the stasis pod. Was she entrapping me, trying to end me or was she truly my saviour from whatever was happening in the background. The same reel runs in my head, full explosions, thunderous noises and a sense of panic everywhere except for this woman, although in tattered, torn, singed and bloody lab coat she instilled a sense of calm as she injected me with the chemical which normally would have been slowly administered instead almost stabbed in a rush, yet her calm demeanour and near melancholic gaze spoke volumes without words. The door swung closed and the name badge would always be seen "Bauer" and the familiar voice " find him " echoed in my ears before the dreaded clunky of the pod door sealing me in, as the darkness filled my head the pod was launched and I had escaped whatever fate i left behind.