The Secret

The Secret

The secret machine defined and created people’s lives. From tower blocks, offices, factories and hospitals the shadows it created stepped onto the streets.

Even ghosts collected in the forests on the city limits fused in mist and fog.

Shimmering figures waited on every grey roof top. Owls watched in the midnight hours as the machine hummed and glowed.

One patient in the psychiatric hospital glanced out of the ward window. She saw the machine floating in a mass of cogs, wheels, wires and tubes high above the city.

It was only a brief glimpse.

She didn’t tell the psychiatrist.

Chris Bird