Back to watercolour I just needed to paint this its on A2 size
Back to watercolour I just needed to paint this its on A2 size



Jess opened his eyes to see plantain trees lining a wide road. He was kind of gob smacked as he looked up and saw the sun streaming through iridescent sumptuous green leaves. The branches of the trees created a cool tunnel, passing through the scorching and rich residential landscape. The car they were driving in was vast and smooth, a far cry from the clickety clack that was his reality seemingly seconds earlier. As he peered out of the car window he saw fantastic houses; he guessed this was America, nowhere else could support such extravagant opulence. There were gargantuan four wheel drive cars in every driveway; like tanks that he imagined drank the black gold within seconds of being switched on.

The car majestically glided in to one of these driveways that seemed like an airport runway. The house he could see was Spanish style, with an immaculate tended lawn with tell-tale stripes of exact proportions. At strategic points the landscape was tastefully adorned with large pots with exotic yet tasteful trees and plants. Smack bang in the middle, at the back of the lawn, near a substantial wall was a hammock swing summer chair, facing an outbuilding that had a basketball hoop with an area below covered in marked out rubber matting.

He must have looked like he felt because the man said, “Don’t worry the doctor told me your memory would take a while to recover. You’ve been through a lot, in fact we don’t really know what yet until we have a look at the data.”

Jess again was relatively calm considering. He sort of felt like he was meant to be there. There was a nurse waiting with a small wheelchair when they reached the doorway. To say doorway, it was as big as the bedsit that was still fresh in his mind. He allowed himself to be manoeuvred into the chair and pushed through into the entrance. The first thing Jess saw was a large fancy cage. Inside was a very beautiful green and yellow parrot who chirped in an unerringly human sounding voice, “Jess is a good boy”. He suddenly had flashback to the train and the dull grey tracks; then straight back to sun streaming through the sparkling bird cage.

They went through to a huge room, with a long oak table and at the end sat a man dressed in a military uniform with a hat resting on the table in front of him. The man stood up, walked towards Jess and took the wheelchair from the nurse. He purposefully moved them both toward the French window and then into the garden towards a bench. The man sat down and faced Jess.

OK I guess we need to explain what is going on Jess”. Jess nodded still unable to speak.

OCT 20th

Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 2014

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