Drifting into Lin’s Parlour
Magical realism: Part one of two
Want to be rid of aches? Straighten out tired limbs? Free yourself of pain? Enter in. The deed will be done.
“Hey Greg. Not seen you for a few weeks. Hear you had an accident?” Pete asked as he ushered me to a seat next to him while Sue went up to the bar to order a round.
As soon as she returned, I took a sip of my cider and told them what I’d been up to….
It had all started one afternoon on my way to work last month.
I had an important case to defend later that day and wanted to get in early enough to do my homework.
I was cruising through the small town of Elmsfort on my Yamaha 500 when all of a sudden I drove over a small hump in the road, and straight into a cloud of haze. Hitting the curb, I dropped her and ended up laying on the tarmac. The bike resting on my ankle.
The street was empty. Like a ghost town. It seemed deathly quiet. Hence, nobody available to help me up. I managed to shift the Yamaha and leaned her against a wall. My ankle screamed out at me and I reckoned even money at least some piece of it was broken. Tentatively, I looked through the mist — dazed. I had only ever driven straight through this place, so was not familiar with any of the buildings.
