Lucid Waking

Archive for July 2nd, 2008

Silver Wings

        The last thing I remember before I lost my sight was silver wings. I had been an avid bird collector prior and had my own aviation house. But I had never seen a shine so vibrant in feathers that were not metal. There was never a bird alive with a silver sheen. But I don’t suppose you came calling to learn of my interests. You’re looking for the man responsible for the fire.
        But what if I told you it was a woman? Would you believe me? I know a man might be more likely, but… Well, you can’t really say she started it, but it will be the closest you get if you want to catch someone. I saw her sneak into the neighbor’s barn last night. Sarah Miller. She was a very pretty girl; it’s sort of a shame. I can’t really say what she was doing there, but I have reason to suspect she was cheating on her husband. That’s really another unfortunate story that you don’t want to hear. It’s much too tragic.
        Anyway, I was awake reading because I couldn’t sleep when I notice a bright light from my window and when I peaked out, I noticed the barn next door was on fire. I assumed it was an accident; a lantern could have easily been knocked over if no one was careful. Luckily, Masterson had managed to get his horses out in time, but they had a lot of trouble finishing off the fire. The flame had a sort of purpleish hue to it, but I only realized that after the event; we were much too panicked at the time to really notice such details.
        The fire had caught the branch of a nearby tree, which happened to be on my property. As the fire licked the side of the tree, it caught my aviation house. I did the only thing I could do: I started breaking the glass and I opened the door. Masterson’s boy tried to help me, but pretty soon the fire was too much for either of us. Suddenly another bird I had never seen before flew out of my house. It was bright silver with dark blue eyes that looked like an eagles. Because it passed in front of me, I didn’t notice the branch fall and swing forward to hit me in the nose. I’m pretty sure I passed out because I don’t remember anything after that.
        But isn’t it funny? No one has ever seen a bird like it anywhere. Maybe it was fate that I loose my eyesight. Everyone thinks that’s horrible, but it didn’t hurt and if I have any structural injuries I won’t see them. Maybe the bird was my vanity leaving me. I’ll never know, will I?
        Well regardless, you might want to question Sarah Miller about the fire. I heard that she managed to get off free, though she was present at the scene of the crime. I’m not saying she did it, but she might be able to tell you more.
        …Anything for the good of the order. Good night.