NEW FICTION:

He was tired and his memory was distant. His eyes shifted lazily - as if he were asleep. But he stood - wavering at the side of the road. Traffic was hard and fast, the petrol breeze filled his lungs, but he stood - wavering. He didn't know why he was here - in this spot. He didn't know why traffic was so heavy, why the sky was so high, why the sharp gravel at the side of the road was eating into the bare soles of his feet. He didn't know why he could see without seeing, why there were no words on his lips. He didn't know why his jeans had gone, why he was in open shirt and underwear - wavering at the side of the road. He breathed deeply, looked up at the sun, and then the daylight moon - and walked into traffic without wavering.