The ride was colorful, but it was hard to tell just what it was. I had heard rave reviews of it and that was the reason I now found myself waiting in a long line. Ticket in hand I was annoyed by the cigar smoke being exhaled my way from the large fellow behind me. Ahead of me was a young couple with their arms around each other so that it was difficult to tell which one was holding the other up. I supposed that if either let go they both would fall. The thought was amusing to me. I smiled. Behind the cigar smoker was a 14 year old girl. She looked nervous and perhaps a bit apprehensive. Behind her was a heavily tattooed fellow who looked like he spent most of his time in a gym. I watched as the line began to move. As I came to the front, a young kid took my ticket and ripped it in half. Jokingly I objected, stating that I had just paid good money for that! He found no humor in the remark but coaxed me toward the ride. It was an older man who helped me into the transparent capsule. Made of clear plastic it was shaped like a tube. There was no seat. There was no restraining device either. I sat and waited. I felt a slight jolt as the capsule behind me came forward and connected to my own. I supposed the cigar was history at this point. Through the curved sides of the tube the colored lights were all distorted, as were the sounds of music and laughter. The ride began slowly but steadily picked up momentum. The colored lights became a blur and I felt almost weightless as the ride increased in velocity. I looked to see if I could see the track which held the capsule but I could not. Nor could I see the colored lights which had now been replaced by whirring flashes of white lights. The heavens seemed to be dotted with thousands of them; perhaps thousands. They were the stars. I saw Galaxies and recognized the constellations by their peculiar shapes. For a moment I felt a sense of extreme consciousness, as if all knowledge was all mine.What illusion was this? The first part of fear came to me as I realized the capsule was filling with liquid. Was this condensation? No, it was a gel of some type oozing into my tube. It came more quickly now and I realized I might drown in this stuff. I flailed my arms and legs searching for a door or window but there were no seams. Panic overtook me as the gel covered me entirely and completely filled the capsule. I held my breath until I could no longer do so. In utter helplessness I finally inhaled. Knowing this would be my last breath, my life flashed before me. I saw my parents and my brother and sisters. All at once I saw love and hate, fear and triumph, and I saw the futility of my own life behind me. What had I ever done of significance for anyone besides myself, or anyone else for that matter. I was not dying. I felt fine. I could breathe this stuff though the sensations it gave me were eerie. Ahead of me, I could see the couple gaining their recomposure and suspected the same of the man behind me. I wondered about the younger girl behind though. Now I began to feel a new sensation of warmth as the gel penetrated my body. The front cap of the capsule I was in began to distort as if it were melting and I felt something push into my back from behind. It was the man's foot. The capsule ends were dissolving by the gel. I felt myself pushed forward until I was almost beside the girl ahead. She was screaming though I could hear no sound. I felt her screams as if they were my own. I watched as her face contorted and thought no emotions could ever change a face that much. It was not emotion. It was the gel. We were melting. Fear gripped my chest and wrenched my heart with the reality of death. But this was worse than death. We were melting into gel and into each other. Our bodies were becoming one gelatinous mass. I clawed with my fingers to find a seam, an opening, a way of escape only to realize I had no hands. I had no arms. I could no longer see the man behind me. The couple was gone. There was no body on this ride but I could feel their presence and hear their thoughts. I had no way to escape except it be with my mind. Overcome by desperation and helplessness I resigned myself to think, to analyze... how had I come to this place? How could I escape? (to be continued)
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