Mike's thoughts

Mike began to light a cigarette. He had been silent for a while, but for exactly how long I couldn't be sure. He looked ready to say something again, something final, to close down his task...

'Look!' he said, only to pause again, as if something had finally made itself known to him. Why had he stopped at this point? Perhaps his preparations were mingling with something crucial at this moment; perhaps something was busy mingling with a stale kind of air that was un-recognised and untouched terrain, where migrations were kept to a bare minimum; but perhaps some dangerous ventures from this place could reap rewards, only they had to be kept simple, and concise, and ready to evacuate their intended vicinity if necessary ... Mike looked to be on the brink of pushing out these words, with a look in his eye that suggested he hadn't really contributed anything towards their appearance, as they went unmonitored, breaking their way through a sea of flesh-and-bone, recklessly, shooting their way through this internal maze and into life... These words would cautiously seek life, let themselves show up for me, move disconcertingly closer, as they shrugged off their still life status, almost ready ... having turned up, from somewhere ... especially for me.