Driving the Cracked Crystal Highway

[Bill Lapham]

The pain started at a particular spot in the back of Yorick’s bonedome. From there the pain raced forward like cracked crystal lightning along varied synaptic paths. The electric coursers converged at a spot just above his right eye socket—no—more toward the temple—there. He was driving and the road gesticulated like a serpentine fluid thing hunting fleeing rodents on a black blowy night. Yet the car stuck to the road somehow. He tried to concentrate through the veil of pain: keep the car in one lane, he thought, grip the wheel and hang on until this event in my head passes—or I die. 

[Bill Lapham]

Thanks T. I had imagined neurons looking like cracked crystal lightning, but I had no idea that they actually do.

[Teresa]

"Bonedome" is brilliant.  So is "Cracked crystal".  Have you ever seen neurons lit up?  Looks like cracked crystal lightening.

[Angela]

I think it happens just like you said.  Very similar to what some stroke victims describe.  Good tight six.

[Gita]

Yorick.. I knew him well. Terrible migraines.

Excellent writing.

 

[Paul de Denus]

I like skull as bonedome and the road gesticulated like a serpentine fluid thing hunting fleeing rodents on a black blowy night.

[Bill Floyd]

Alas, poor Yorick.  "Where be your jibes now?"

As Jamie said, this is way scarier than anything we cooked up, because this feels real.  

[Jeanette Cheezum]

I agree with Jamie. But--I have to say it's great.

[Diana E. Backhouse]

'Cracked crystal lightening...', I can feel the pain!

[Jamie Hogan]

See, to me, this is scarier than anything Bill F. and I wrote this month. I loved "-no-more toward the temple-there." I think of that as organic writing. Writing like we talk, like we think. It's so accessible, so relate-able.