It is impossible to comprehend something that you simply cannot comprehend: such is Death. The night knows not the day, and the day knows not its eternity.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Tuesday, 17 August 2021
A Memory Came Flying Back
Puck put his hand onto Calvin’s shoulder and said, “You can do this, you can do this …”
Calvin seemed entranced.
A siren’s whirring scream was getting louder in the distance.
And then, a memory came flying back to him, and Calvin knew. He knew with certainty. He forgot that he had forgotten: but then, all of a sudden, he knew.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Calvin seemed entranced.
A siren’s whirring scream was getting louder in the distance.
And then, a memory came flying back to him, and Calvin knew. He knew with certainty. He forgot that he had forgotten: but then, all of a sudden, he knew.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
A Deja Vu
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”
These words drew deep impressions in Calvin’s brain … because he had - at least he felt he had - seen something exactly like this. Deja vu?- an horrific deja vu at that.
It was a pitiful sight. Francis was a big man and yet already his frame seemed to have shrunk back. His soul must have been enormous because his body by contrast looked hollow without it.
The tree-root had pierced him through his very centre, whilst his head bled also. Franco’s eyes were open, and shot with black. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind about whether or not he was ‘gone’.
Charley had torn open his shirt further to see what she could do and put her head to his chest to hear his heartbeat. Her curly hair was touched throughout with his blood. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara from crying. She looked like the world’s saddest clown.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
These words drew deep impressions in Calvin’s brain … because he had - at least he felt he had - seen something exactly like this. Deja vu?- an horrific deja vu at that.
It was a pitiful sight. Francis was a big man and yet already his frame seemed to have shrunk back. His soul must have been enormous because his body by contrast looked hollow without it.
The tree-root had pierced him through his very centre, whilst his head bled also. Franco’s eyes were open, and shot with black. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind about whether or not he was ‘gone’.
Charley had torn open his shirt further to see what she could do and put her head to his chest to hear his heartbeat. Her curly hair was touched throughout with his blood. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara from crying. She looked like the world’s saddest clown.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Wednesday, 11 August 2021
Charley & the Chinaman
“He’s so careful, he’s so intuitive, I don’t understand how this could have happened.”
Calvin had phoned the ambulance depot and then grabbed the first-aid satchel from the kitchen, snatched the wound jar from the shelf, and a box of surgical gloves - moving as quickly as he could onto the path to the back of the compound, to the rear gate. He hoped that Charley was exaggerating and that he would find Francis laughing about a tumble with just a few scrapes along the way.
Charley and the Chinaman were right beside him running fast - Bruce-Pietro had overheard about the accident, and was becoming heartbroken all over again. He really could not bear the goodbyes with his son. He picked up his pace and ran ahead.
“Remind me, why is the cleaner coming with us?" Calvin asked Charley absentmindedly as they made their way along the sandy track watching the small figure get ahead of them in the distance - the elderly man running faster than any man should go.
They still had at least another five minutes to reach the base.
“Chinese Medicine?” she said hesitatingly.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Calvin had phoned the ambulance depot and then grabbed the first-aid satchel from the kitchen, snatched the wound jar from the shelf, and a box of surgical gloves - moving as quickly as he could onto the path to the back of the compound, to the rear gate. He hoped that Charley was exaggerating and that he would find Francis laughing about a tumble with just a few scrapes along the way.
Charley and the Chinaman were right beside him running fast - Bruce-Pietro had overheard about the accident, and was becoming heartbroken all over again. He really could not bear the goodbyes with his son. He picked up his pace and ran ahead.
“Remind me, why is the cleaner coming with us?" Calvin asked Charley absentmindedly as they made their way along the sandy track watching the small figure get ahead of them in the distance - the elderly man running faster than any man should go.
They still had at least another five minutes to reach the base.
“Chinese Medicine?” she said hesitatingly.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Fall from the Ledge
Charley saw Francesco drop from the top of the great rock ledge, and although she did not realize, she had screamed out loud at the sight of it.
Her father heard this from afar: for his elvish telepathy was alerted by such alarms, and he transported himself literally within seconds to be beside her.
Together they found Francesco’s body bent, lying deranged at the base of the cliff.
“He must have dropped at least sixty feet” said Puck to Charley shaking his head.
“Have you any reception out here?" he continued - not having a phone of his own these days.
She drew her iPhone from her back pocket, shook the sand off it, and pressed the home button. The signal was not showing.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Her father heard this from afar: for his elvish telepathy was alerted by such alarms, and he transported himself literally within seconds to be beside her.
Together they found Francesco’s body bent, lying deranged at the base of the cliff.
“He must have dropped at least sixty feet” said Puck to Charley shaking his head.
“Have you any reception out here?" he continued - not having a phone of his own these days.
She drew her iPhone from her back pocket, shook the sand off it, and pressed the home button. The signal was not showing.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Serpent Speaks
“I am sorry slippery fellow but I [Francis] do not understand this.”
“Mankind is healed by its sicknesses - it could not be said more plainly.”
Francis could hear Charley calling from afar. His phone was on silent - but she had come after him nonetheless.
The snake had wrapped itself around his ankles and was pulling at his feet.
Francis fell.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Red Rock Rattler
The visions had been returning, and Francis could find no reference to place them in. They simply did not commute into this location, or this life, and they were now beginning to get on his nerves.
Several times, when walking in the desert close to sundown, the image of a rattler had sprawled at his feet. One minute it would appear out of nowhere and then it would slide back into its shadowy place.
Francis was convinced that this snake was not of the earth because it had spoken to him also. One afternoon, when he had nearly tripped in trying to avoid the reptile, it had said: “Asclepius”; and then slithered into a crack in the red rock speckled with pig-face flowers.
The creature had said this in something of a smug voice, that bothered him even more - as if it wanted to unnerve him.
He did not tolerate aggravating influences well. In a former life he had vowed to give them up altogether. Contrary to public opinion, Francis did not embrace all animals, or men - he rather took each on their merit.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Several times, when walking in the desert close to sundown, the image of a rattler had sprawled at his feet. One minute it would appear out of nowhere and then it would slide back into its shadowy place.
Francis was convinced that this snake was not of the earth because it had spoken to him also. One afternoon, when he had nearly tripped in trying to avoid the reptile, it had said: “Asclepius”; and then slithered into a crack in the red rock speckled with pig-face flowers.
The creature had said this in something of a smug voice, that bothered him even more - as if it wanted to unnerve him.
He did not tolerate aggravating influences well. In a former life he had vowed to give them up altogether. Contrary to public opinion, Francis did not embrace all animals, or men - he rather took each on their merit.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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