The Exchange

This is inspired by a nightmare and a day dream. I don’t know how much of it is fiction or fact but
 I do know that I wrote this in my bathroom, sitting on a toilet seat.

Please spare some change. Please spare some change.

I was scared to turn around, not because they look unworldly (I will explain later) but I was lost in a place I have never been to. I didn’t want the mate to realize I got out of the bus without paying. I had left my wallet at my lodgings, decided to heard back for it without my friends, got into the wrong bus and got fucked. So, I was stranded at the worst possible time and for some reason my network was not connecting to anything. 

Now let me tell how they looked, perhaps I am worn out, so this may be over the top. They looked like pieces of fruit stuck on the ends of a pole, bad, rotten, worm infested fruits and they walked with a limp in their steps. Their very presence was revolting, yet for some reason, no one cared. Felt like the entire town was in on it, letting these monsters run free.

Please spare some change.

Anything is fine, they chorused.

They got closer to me with each limp, even though I was running. What the heck was happening. I stopped for a second to catch my breath and here they were, surrounding me and chanting.

Please spare some change. Anything is fine.

They touched me everywhere, oh lord, the horror of it.

My head was spinning, my world disorienting, death felt like a welcome relief, till I woke up with a jump, gasping for breath and throwing my feet about. It felt like a strike of lightening just run me down.

I lay in bed unable to sleep, day dreaming about a game of life and death.

This one decides you fate. Whether you live or die. It really doesn’t matter which you pick, sometimes you have to accept a little change and be willing to face the wrath, she said with a smile.

What does that even mean? I asked.

I started at the game of cards and somehow the cudgel lying on the ground bled, dark and thick, the blood spewed over and out of it. Fuck Is this another dream or my world is at its tipping point?

Your move, she said unflinchingly.

As I picked the card up, thunder struck, lightening flashed, my heart skipped a beat, darkness engulfed me….

In case you’re wondering about the ending, I am also. Either I feel asleep writing this or I’m still in the exchange. This may be a part of the dream itself, so if you see my step into your wavelength, please rescue me and spare me some change. Anything will be fine.