Fiction: Blurry Images

blurry images flashes by

whispers and more voices are closing in..

closing in onto whatever is in the center of attention.

in the center of attention? of who?

who is that alone in the circle?

who is...?

"who" are these people?

what is their purpose?

why are they here?

what are they whispering?

are they all here?

or there are more company to come?

"they" are pressuring in...

the tension is mounting in the air..

closing in, suffocating.

"BREATHE!!"

someone or something yelled from afar.

"OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE US!"

came another voice.

"Don't be afraid. We are here with you"

...

"who are you?"

the one in the center found his voice at last.

...

...

...

open up all senses.

every cells are staying wide awake to take in the surroundings..

sensing in every direction...

trying to grab hold of the blurry images of... whatever they are.

WAIT.

the sounds are fading.. away... and behind...

"Don't go..."

grasping wildly around...

there is nothing but air..

thin air.

cold air.

freezingly cold.

it was warmer when the blurry images and voices were around.

it was warmer...

...