Imagine, just for a moment, that you are transported back to the summer of 1993, the sun is beating against you, all the problems in the world are fast evaporating…
A dark force of pressure pushed him deep into the ground, through the rainbow coloured soil, swimming like a butterfly, spinning, eyes wide, twisting, strobe light eyes blinking.
Red velvet curtains, pristine, like a queens robe, gently sway in the heat. Cigarette smoke fills the air, dances from the ceiling. Drinks are served and poured, textured, smooth, golden, glistering as the light catches a glimpse upon its passing.
A mysterious figure lurks behind the blood red curtain, peering through a gap with its long uncut twisted finger nails, a shadow in the lonely darkness.
