The African trinkets

High & Dry

"High & Dry" by Radiohead

Two jumps in a week

I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?

Flying on your motorcycle,

Watching all the ground beneath you drop

You'd kill yourself for recognition,

Kill yourself to never ever stop

You broke another mirror,

You're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation,

You will be the one who cannot talk

All your insides fall to pieces,

You just sit there wishing you could still make love

They're the ones who'll hate you

When you think you've got the world all sussed out

They're the ones who'll spit at you,

You will be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you ever had,

The best thing that you ever, ever had

It's the best thing that you ever had,

The best thing you ever had has gone away

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

She was dead or at least dying; Victoria was sure of it. She was sure that she had sucked in enough water into her chest to send her asunder. Victoria was still floating but it was a very different kind of floating when compared to floating in water. For instance she didn’t feel cold or warm and she felt like she was amerced in air not water. She didn’t like the feeling nor did she dislike it: it was just there in the middle of her chest and at the top of her throat.

Victoria couldn’t speak which wasn’t alarming because she had nothing to say. She had imagined dying before and the various levels one had to pass before she finally reached the gates of heaven. Victoria had logically assumed that there would be a questioning process of sorts to sift through the Godly and those who were consumed by the sinful desires of the flesh. She knew that she would be judged for all the lustful things she did before marriage but Victoria would repent and beg for mercy and if refused she would fight like hell.

She was in darkness and then a burst of light flooded her eyes. Victoria saw and angel’s face hover above her own. The angel had brown hair which was slick and kind brown eyes that blinked away water. The angel was soaked and his rose cheeks flushed to match the pink of his lips; he must have been cold, Victoria thought. She assumed that the angel was damp from having had to pull her soul from the lake of the park. Darkness consumed her vision once more but this time she felt a different sense now, touch. Victoria felt herself being drawn along and she tried to imagine the clouds that she was hovering amongst.

A sudden weight was on her chest and she felt herself freeze as if in mid air. Had the angel changed his mind and upon a second thought decided against her entry to heaven? Victoria forced her eyes open to argue with him and when she did the glow that surrounded the angel faded and Victoria slowly started to recognize him; it was Marcus. He pinched her nose and blew breath into her mouth until she began to cough and finally vomit up the water.