Writing for Fun
November 2018
The Surprise - Gerry Miller
It was so dark and yet everything around was moving, throbbing and pulsating. It had become more frenetic and something was stimulating the environment around. Nothing could be seen but sensations were a flamed. Tossing and turning as much as was possible in such a cramped place, stretching was restricted and it was only in turn that an arm then a leg could move. Frequently noises penetrated and he would wriggle and move, showing he was alive. Hoping that someone would release him, but all to no avail.
There was no sense of panic and indeed why would there be this was all that was remembered, indeed was there anything before this? Any memory banks were blank. The only noises that had penetrated this semi flooded prison had been soft gentle crooning noises. These were often accompanied by a strange circular action within the water. And if anything the water movement was becoming more turbulent as if it also needed to find a way out.
The pulsating was gradually increasing and as the water suddenly rushed away his head became well and truly stuck. His prison had become so small. Anxious voices penetrated and the sense of urgency of those outside were felt He kicked and tried to wriggle, he knew he would not survive left completely on his own. He tried to scream but he felt that he had made no noise.
All outside had appeared to quiet down just a low gentle murmuring was felt in the background? And then in what he could only describe as great splitting where his head was stuck. He suddenly felt movement kicking as frantically as he could he was out. This time he could hear his screaming echo in the great outdoors.
Screaming lustily Frances Paul Junior was born.