Dance of the Lights

The lights spun; I spun - weaving and twisting and turning - always falling. It was strange, in a way, I wasn't dizzy, which in itself should have told me something - but I remained ignorant. 1

After what seemed like a moment, but was probably hours I stopped falling, the lights stilled and I looked around me. 2

It was incredible... 3

Simply incredible...4

The closest thing I can liken it to is lying outside - way away from city lights - on a cold, clear night, and staring up at the sky. Billions of tiny pricks of light glittered all around me; above, below, in front, behind - everywhere. 5

The feeling of awe that washed over me was quickly replaced by one of apprehension - where was I? What was happening? 6

For a moment I thought I heard voices, but when I strained to hear what they said, they faded. 7

Shivering, I wrapped my arms around me and strove to massage some warmth into them - why was it suddenly so cold? 8

I looked around again. The lights were fading - everything was fading. I felt sad. I didn't want the lights to go, they were comforting in a strange sort of way. 9

Around me the lights started moving again, but I didn't get the sensation of falling this time, just a biting cold that gnawed at my limbs. 10

As I looked at the lights to see what they did, I saw them converging in one spot below me - or I thought it was below me. When I focused on it, it moved, now it was to my left. 11

Maddened by the light's bizarre elusiveness, I glared at it and tried to stop it from moving. But the more I strained to stare at it, the more it moved. 12

I could no longer feel my hands and feet - but I didn't care, I wanted that mocking light to stop moving. 13

After what seemed like and age, but was probably a moment, it stopped moving. 14

A smile of triumph graced my face. Now I had it, I had won, the light wouldn't get away from me. 15

Feeling strangely happy I shut my eyes. 16

 It would all be OK...17

~*~

The woman shivered at the peaceful smile on her daughter's face. Holding tight to the limp hand she stared vacantly out the ambulance window at the dancing lights of the city streaking past.

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Author notes

The idea of this came to me as I wondered what it would actually be like to lie dying on a stretcher after a car crash. The idea of the dancing lights came from when you smack your head you see stars, and the one elusive light is something I get with a migraine - to a certain extent. I can't focus on it, it always remains just to the lower right of my focus - very annoying.

This was a spur of the moment thing, probably rubbish, but hey, I'll let you decide.

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  • Lies4Truth
    July 14

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    I really like this alot and how you described the alusive light. And fading away as the woman dies. It was a great read and good luck in my contest


  • Elect The Dead
    July 3

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    Two Thumbs up!

    Haha, I like the idea a lot, I like how you kept the reader guessing, wondering what the lights were, then at the end it all made sense


  • franklynx
    July 2
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    the idea behind it all is just wonderfull.... really enjoyed raeding this story....

  • mcfreeman
    July 2
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    a very good opening...

    I was thinking Northern Lights...and then...the story started..