Normal Procedure






PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

I say to the man growing out of the drain, “I’m looking up at the stars.”
His reply merges with the painful patter of the rain, ‘cause the world’s spinning, dizzy, giddy, crazy, again.
On his black tunic, silver buttons explode with the fireworks. My head pounds, a butt burns my fingers, the bottle rolls away.
I awake to a pigeon obsessively rolling ‘coo’ round its tongue. The sound collides in my head like a pinball against bumpers.
“Can I go now?” I ask through the bars.
“Time for your weekly caution, Mr Wills. Artistic bent is no excuse.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.