Written in 365 Parts: 9: I like the Truth
Drick had been waiting in the almost featureless ‘central processing’ main lounge for greater than forty minutes and was beginning to run out of news headlines to read on social…
Drick had been waiting in the almost featureless ‘central processing’ main lounge for greater than forty minutes and was beginning to run out of news headlines to read on social…
Drick stood and placed their arms outwards from the side of their body showing the palms with fingers outstretched as the roller door lifted. The door hadn’t even made it…
“It was hundreds of years ago?” surprise and then quickly it turned to disbelief, “that’s not possible, that can’t be true. “It might be impossible, Marsh, but it is true.…
“Well you are in a prisoner transport, or what you said was a prisoner transport, so it follows that you are or prisoner, or a guard.” “Well I am not…
“Well I told you my name. I’m Marsh. I grew up in Cumbria and I used to be in the military, I think. Some of that is really confused as…
“I’m not sure,” again a strong look of confusion, “everything is all jumbled in my head.” “Try to not over think. When they sprayed you it would have had a…
“Do you know how I got here, or not?” The civil tone was making a rapid run for the hills now and Drick could see the eyes narrow despite them…
Between the 20th August 2018 and the 19th August 2019 I undertook a 365 day challenge. My task (and the rules I set myself) was: Publish a photo on each…
“So how did you get here?” There was a dry cough before the rasping reply, “what, where, where am I?” Drick watched as they struggled to sit upright, hacking up…