An Attempt At Reverse Fiction Folds

"Unlike my other blogs, this one will be dedicated to an ongoing fiction and (perhaps) occasional poeticisms! +++ The first entry represents THE END of the fictional work (sounds like a reference to TS Eliot); eventually a beginning may disclose itself!"

Thus read the original heading to this 'blog site but, now the site turns toward other purposes. Keep watching .... a sign may soon appear!!

Where It All Started - finally

All that had happened earlier, he safely could ignore. Amnesia was not his own, simply the perogative of those around him. This time he really had let go; he thought a little while about reality but, what the heck, he knew he was no other's keeper!

Slowly he turned to face another day. The calendar unwound itself, he knew he could never return.

Reality?

"Reality, what on earth is that?".

His feet seemed to beat a wild rhythm as he paced up and down, an almost primeval stomp but, this could still not match the pounding in his head.

His eyelids flickered, as if to reveal his uncertainty. Always, the feeling that he was being controlled, swayed by some unseen force, overruled his desire to share; this 'other' held him tight, bound for ever to his own solitary dis-ease. Already, forgetfullness held court ...