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I walked home with my friend from school. Heading home was through a californian type weaving of streets and close-knit, beautifully large town houses. We were in our school uniform and chatting away as if it were something we always do. A male of about 28, whom I live with pulled up beside me in a car and spoke in a paniced voice of the Condor's return. I didn't fully understand his urgency or the posed threat and my reaction displayed just that. Standing and staring at him. Ready to ask what, ready to laugh, ready to believe everything he had to tell me. He hastily tried to grab me and pull me into his car, when my friend out of pure instinct held onto me and refused to let me go. The male I live with let go of me and hurredly insisted I stay away from open areas and that it would be best I get home, the bird knows who I am.
Baffled, I headed in the opposite direction. My friend and I went to the field and started jogging training. Eventually the numbers of joggers around us grew, (with my own indifference) until we were part of a mere swarm. It was a festival and everyone was on drugs except me. Standing to the side I could see all my friends, acquaintances and perfect strangers manipulating themselves. Telling themselves this music was any good, their smiles were real and thier excitement was not dangerously over exaggerated. I gritted my teeth for an eternity as I stood so still until in pure frustration and anger I grabbed a friend by both hands and we spun. We spun for ages and we kept falling over and causing ourselves absolutely no harm. We spun and we spun and we spun and I had so much fun til we fell on the ground on our backs laughing. I lay there smiling, looking up, watching a blue bird circling statically. No descent, no ascent. I could grasp no concept of it's size. Was it close? Was it far away? Placing my thumb and index finger from each hand together in a shape of a window I outstretched my arms and watched the bird through my personal viewing window. I didn't follow it's departure when it eventually did, but I sat up. Everyone had gone. An overwhelming panic swept over me and I ran. I ran all the way home, up the stairs and inside to be greeted by the same sense of urgency filling my house.
Other people were there, I guess they were my family. The male housemate and I stood at the front windows. The house was a couple of storeys and the room we currently stood in was a large corner room with both exterior walls being nothing but windows.
As we stared out toward the horizon he held my hand and the blue bird swept in from the left of our field of vision with an absolutely immense wing span. I knew now how large it was. We let go and we ran and we fumbled with every window, door and lock in the house.
I opened a door on the left with intent to lock up that room to find an old man slowly rising from a chair. I slammed the door, decided he was not at worth enough to spare. Not to risk my own time, and left him in there.
All the while the flapping from the blue bird's incredible wing span could be heard getting closer and closer. It stopped, I heard screams and turned around to see it rested on the window ledge outside. The blue bird, 3 times the size of a normal Condor. The Condor. The story book Condor with malicious intent, conception of retribution and the power to threaten and intimidate.
It's mighty talons rested neatly and gently on the glass of our window and it stared at us, paralysing our ability to react intelligently and hastily. With one mighty crack it pushed it's claws right through our window to break our stunned, static silence.
I was at the back of the group and I left the others. I didn't care about them, only about me and I ran through the house. I went back to the room I'd left the old man in, to find he was gone. I ran through the room with no real thought of where I was going only that I wanted to get out. I climbed over railings, through windows and doors of my house that were new to me til I was outside on a deck that was part of my house but completely unfamiliar. Down below I could see umbrellas. I jumped. 3 storeys onto the umbrellas, onto the pavement and ran. I ran and ran. I ran until my fear of the Condor and my family trapped inside faded. Til my thoughts were preoccupied with nothingness. My running slowed to a steady jog, to a slow jog, to a tired walk. I stopped, I turned around and I walked home.
Windows were broken everywhere and I walked up the stairs inside. Sitting on a cane chair in the large, now glass littered room, was the old man. He told me not to hide my shame but to ignore it for it had no purpose or definite accuracy. He told me that I'll never get left behind because I'll never leave myself behind and I didn't care that everyone was gone, possibly never to return. Nothing mattered but me.
Baffled, I headed in the opposite direction. My friend and I went to the field and started jogging training. Eventually the numbers of joggers around us grew, (with my own indifference) until we were part of a mere swarm. It was a festival and everyone was on drugs except me. Standing to the side I could see all my friends, acquaintances and perfect strangers manipulating themselves. Telling themselves this music was any good, their smiles were real and thier excitement was not dangerously over exaggerated. I gritted my teeth for an eternity as I stood so still until in pure frustration and anger I grabbed a friend by both hands and we spun. We spun for ages and we kept falling over and causing ourselves absolutely no harm. We spun and we spun and we spun and I had so much fun til we fell on the ground on our backs laughing. I lay there smiling, looking up, watching a blue bird circling statically. No descent, no ascent. I could grasp no concept of it's size. Was it close? Was it far away? Placing my thumb and index finger from each hand together in a shape of a window I outstretched my arms and watched the bird through my personal viewing window. I didn't follow it's departure when it eventually did, but I sat up. Everyone had gone. An overwhelming panic swept over me and I ran. I ran all the way home, up the stairs and inside to be greeted by the same sense of urgency filling my house.
Other people were there, I guess they were my family. The male housemate and I stood at the front windows. The house was a couple of storeys and the room we currently stood in was a large corner room with both exterior walls being nothing but windows.
As we stared out toward the horizon he held my hand and the blue bird swept in from the left of our field of vision with an absolutely immense wing span. I knew now how large it was. We let go and we ran and we fumbled with every window, door and lock in the house.
I opened a door on the left with intent to lock up that room to find an old man slowly rising from a chair. I slammed the door, decided he was not at worth enough to spare. Not to risk my own time, and left him in there.
All the while the flapping from the blue bird's incredible wing span could be heard getting closer and closer. It stopped, I heard screams and turned around to see it rested on the window ledge outside. The blue bird, 3 times the size of a normal Condor. The Condor. The story book Condor with malicious intent, conception of retribution and the power to threaten and intimidate.
It's mighty talons rested neatly and gently on the glass of our window and it stared at us, paralysing our ability to react intelligently and hastily. With one mighty crack it pushed it's claws right through our window to break our stunned, static silence.
I was at the back of the group and I left the others. I didn't care about them, only about me and I ran through the house. I went back to the room I'd left the old man in, to find he was gone. I ran through the room with no real thought of where I was going only that I wanted to get out. I climbed over railings, through windows and doors of my house that were new to me til I was outside on a deck that was part of my house but completely unfamiliar. Down below I could see umbrellas. I jumped. 3 storeys onto the umbrellas, onto the pavement and ran. I ran and ran. I ran until my fear of the Condor and my family trapped inside faded. Til my thoughts were preoccupied with nothingness. My running slowed to a steady jog, to a slow jog, to a tired walk. I stopped, I turned around and I walked home.
Windows were broken everywhere and I walked up the stairs inside. Sitting on a cane chair in the large, now glass littered room, was the old man. He told me not to hide my shame but to ignore it for it had no purpose or definite accuracy. He told me that I'll never get left behind because I'll never leave myself behind and I didn't care that everyone was gone, possibly never to return. Nothing mattered but me.