By guest writer David Irwin
I breathe out and look up to find myself in the white space. I have eyes apparently. Eyes and I ams. I am here, I am waiting, I am 32 words old and where you point I see. But I don’t see you.
That’s strange, I’m standing – yes standing – here in this place and there’s only me. But I’m not alone. You’re watching somewhere and whispering things. These eyes of mine are blue. I’m Welsh! Fantastig. And something else…
Waiting won’t change it. These are the last words you’re going to give me. Then, now, I stop..
©David Irwin 2016