Inside Grandad (2004)
Inside Grandad
“Thud. Thud. Soft, booming thuds, endless, unchanging, going on and on through the roaring.
He'd been holding Grandad's hand….
Where was Grandad's hand? He wanted to grope for it, but he couldn't, because his own hand wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere.
What had happened to his hand? To his other hand? Him?
The mist seemed to pulse with the thuds, and the Gavin-bubble pulsed too because it was part of the mist, getting thicker and thinner as the mist pulsed, because the mist and the roaring were i...nside him as well as outside, a ghastly feeling. That was all there was of Gavin, a sort of feeling, floating lost in the mist. The feeling didn't have eyes to see the mist with, ears to hear the roaring with. It wasn't like that. The Gavin-feeling was the mist, it was the roaring, and they were all that Gavin was, all he would ever be, all he would ever know….
No. Now something … What … ? Where … ?
Nowhere.
A yellow bucket in that nowhere, half full of filthy water. The water slopping about, starting to rise, slopping out over the edges, sluicing over the floor, rising, rising, a stupid little bit of green cloth to wipe it up with … horrible, horrible … he didn't know why … Gone.MoreLess
He'd been holding Grandad's hand….
Where was Grandad's hand? He wanted to grope for it, but he couldn't, because his own hand wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere.
What had happened to his hand? To his other hand? Him?
The mist seemed to pulse with the thuds, and the Gavin-bubble pulsed too because it was part of the mist, getting thicker and thinner as the mist pulsed, because the mist and the roaring were i...nside him as well as outside, a ghastly feeling. That was all there was of Gavin, a sort of feeling, floating lost in the mist. The feeling didn't have eyes to see the mist with, ears to hear the roaring with. It wasn't like that. The Gavin-feeling was the mist, it was the roaring, and they were all that Gavin was, all he would ever be, all he would ever know….
No. Now something … What … ? Where … ?
Nowhere.
A yellow bucket in that nowhere, half full of filthy water. The water slopping about, starting to rise, slopping out over the edges, sluicing over the floor, rising, rising, a stupid little bit of green cloth to wipe it up with … horrible, horrible … he didn't know why … Gone.MoreLess
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