The Shape of Irrelevance

Head drooping, I hardly feel the rough rope that rubs, an incessant ache across the bald patch on my nose as it has always done. I walk slowly, keeping up with the rhythm that my centre of gravity allows. It’s obvious from the pulling that we’re in a hurry.

Eventually, a gate; his warbling provokes a reaction from one who appears on the other side. The gate is unlocked and I am pulled through into a green field.

The rope removed, I watch without moving, my ears almost flat against my head. The familiar nightfeel flecked with bright red sparks of pain flows from the one with whom I am familiar. Darkness flows from the other but I sense no sparks.

Then one is gone. Another looks towards me, warbles through his mouth, opens the gate and walks slowly back up the road from where we came.

I am alone. I look around. Grass and trees and no-one here. I am hungry. Ignored now, I wander off looking to take advantage while I can of the wonderful succulent grass that surrounds me.

Time is a concept that has no meaning for me but, aware of the importance it has for those who dominate, I have learned to take advantage of it. It passes now and I walk with mine. Before long, a car pulls up outside the gate. Two get out and the smaller looks at me.

I watch, feeling the mind; filled with softness, I identify she. 

The other’s mind is darker yet I detect no spark, blue dominates. Although I am wary, I am also intrigued and watch as they approach me, their hands open and minds flowing smooth. I am too old now to move away quickly and I close my eyes waiting for pain, a reaction that is ingrained, second nature and the last defence.

But this time, no pain comes. I know I should have listened more closely. These two stroke my neck, I feel concern and I feel safe.