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The Flamboyant Hallway

Morning comes alive and the sound of fire crackers erupted in the skies; the traffic began to flow smoothly and I could hear a distance sound resonating in the background and as I get closer to my destination, I felt a strange sensation around me and something preying upon my dignity and the sound gets louder and louder.

It is one of those familiar tunes that gets on your nerves and presses you against the wall and pull the words from your lips and before you know it the big gate opens and the crowd rushes in to listen to the final verdict.

Everyone saddles up in their winter gears wearing turtle neck sweater to trap the cold air and decorative silk scarf to make them look bold. I saw more than a hundred men walking courageously down the marble tiled corridor wearing slick pants suit and a special shoe that cries out with a creak when they walked along the marbled tiled floor.

I didn’t know which way to turn so I followed the men everywhere they go and I ended up at the constitution chamber and a group of people were sitting patiently waiting for me.  My heart was beating faster than before as if I was going to a wedding that had some misgiving but when the security guard came and open the side door the stage was already for the proceedings to begin and the dressed men walks in and sits quietly.

 Solemn is the king that render his will and matchless is the bride whose pride was taken just before midnight and the blood stained bed with torn up sheet evidence the struggle that ensued when she tried to escape through the gate.

The flamboyant crowd erupts just before the proceeding was about to begin and the wind start to blow rooting out strong trees from the ground and the people start to scream and suddenly, I woke up from my dream when the wind enters the flamboyant hall way.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025

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