Follow the trials and tribulations of Lily, a beautiful young woman and the love of her life, Guido an Italian circus midget. Every word of this tale is true, apart from those which are not, which amounts to around 99.99.5% of the story, so er…none of it then…
It was dark, so very dark. If I were perchance to hold out my hands before my eyes, they would not have been perceivable in the gloom that surrounded me. Besides, my hands were now tied behind my back and it would have been way too dark to see them if they weren’t…on account of the fact that it was dark. The longer I sat there, alone and frightened, the quicker the darkness begun to permeate my heart.
A scuffling sound came from my left and I turned my head towards the din. But of course, it was too dark to see and I cursed the fact that I had become such a cliche. When one is alone and defeated, the only thing that remains, are memories.
At that moment, memories were all that I had. At that realization, the gloom seemed to lift… Nope…sorry, my bad, it was still pretty dark. They were the one constant gift that I could cling to in this dank and fetid place. They were the treasures of a time gone by that remained the same…except for all those times where I couldn’t fully recollect occasions and that’s when they changed…which meant that they didn’t actually stay the same. But still, they were a perfect way for me to look back fondly on the events of my past and to remember vividly the colourful life that I had once led…apart from those that I couldn’t really remember, or envisage.
And as I sat there, my arms numb from being tightly bound, I could not help but think, shit, my memory sucks! That’s when I started to ponder the events that had directed me to where I was now. Who would want to kidnap me? And for what purpose? Just then, I thought that I could see movement from within the inky blackness. Maybe it was a trick of the light, except that it was far too dark for that to be a factual statement.
There it was again, the sound that I had heard earlier. I peered intently into the dimness, only to remember that it was too bloody dark to do so. “Damn this darkness!! I shouted in frustration. “And damn you,” came a sibilant hiss. That voice. I knew that voice and if my memory was any sodding good, I would have remembered who that voice belonged to.
To be continued…