06-20-2009, 04:35 PM
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The little town was coming alive around him, and he could hear the faded bustle of people on the main roads and of horses trotting down the main street. It was a long time ago that horses had actually been used as a main means of transportation, Hemming imagined, but the sound of their hooves was much more pleasant than the low, hot rumble of the motors that would roll in decades later.
Hemming's imagination would always get the best of him, and he sensed with utmost clarity that there was actually someone walking down the dock towards him. A fisherman, perhaps, or a woman from the shops? He couldn't imagine what for. In a state of confusion that only came with being half asleep, the male felt a strange sort of fear.
When the figure that the male had fabricated in his mind suddenly made physical contact, his eyes snapped open and he rolled over onto his stomach. He propped himself up with his elbows on the splintery wood of the dock, his eyes raised towards the phantasm that had realized itself in the flesh. A little shaken up but mostly embarrassed, he said, "Uh. Hi," and gave a soft smile. |