Matthew Levinson

Something was different

Published on 16/02/07
by matt

Palu Tabu

Spread-eagled on the grass behind his friend Leo’s apartment complex in Campbell, Palu Tabu contemplated the events of the previous eight hours. It seemed like a lot longer, he thought, but the air was warming up so he knew it must be morning.

He felt like himself. But something was different, the light flickered oddly. Palu found it unsettling, but didn’t think about it too much – “Weird,” was all he said, to no one in particular.

It wasn’t the first time Palu had found himself alone, not even the first time on that particular stretch of grass – colder though, because of the light dusting of snow that only added to his typically heightened state. He set about checking his extremities were in order.

Arms – okay; the legs seemed fine, but at the end his feet were just a blurry haze like he was trying to see through the bottom of a schooner glass. He had his clothes on, but his torn jeans were damp. His faded t-shirt, the one with the cute kitten, was soaked through. Passing a hand over his stomach he realised with a start he needed to eat.

His phone rang – Beyonce’s ‘Crazy in Love.’ Loud enough to hear it the night before at Toast bar, the harsh tone startled him. A window opened in the apartment above. Shaken, Palu picked up his phone and answered.

“Hello?” he asked. The voice at the other end was shrill and insistent, talking fast.

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