Freakin’ water
Arms were moving slowly. Those yellowish things. Oh the red one too. The infamous attention grabber to some, having the whole “that thing getting in my way, aaargh!” kinda weirdness somewhat baffled me. Now sitting quietly surrounded by dark silky walls (only if you could define it as some form of silk). Never to bother me though. As if two wasn’t enough. Good thing it couldn’t shout, only one among the three could produce audible patterns.
Darkness. The gravel road was impossible, I’ve been told. Suddenly I see water everywhere. Where did all the drainage system go? Now you could turn back and head back to that house. Or pass the short distance that’ll guarantee a good night sleep. There was no road, no one around, no “I’m the hero” types. 10 – 15 yards afterwards water is above the knee. Couple of seconds later the lights were under the water. I cannot see a goddam thing. Now there was no turning back. Lucky I didn’t got stuck or fell into a hole created by a UFO. Must carry around a copy of the gold disk, just in case. No, a fishing rod.