(Author’s note: Nothing. Just letting the writing and music flow. Enjoy!)
© J. Hardy Carroll
Take Me Home
by Miles H. Rost
“So, Travis. Tell me where you went.”
Travis fidgeted and looked down at his feet.
“Travis, you know you can tell me.”
He looked up, his eyes bright.
“I was in Korea. It was so beautiful, with all the tall buildings in the distance. Seoul was beautiful, and I wish I could have seen more of it than what I did.”
The soft sound of writing filled the empty space.
“Then what?”
“Green. And red. Heat. The smell of decay. No more buildings. No more people. Charred meat.”
Writing paused.
‘Alright, Travis. Let’s go get your lunch and some pills.”
Music and Fiction 
Ouch. I hope Travis isn’t having premonitions. His therapist won’t take him seriously.
A story idea or a premonition? Not good to have dark visions. I always liked the video, “You’ve been down at the pub, haven’t you?” How much did it cost to film in all of those locations? Or was it done over a long period as he toured? OK, I had to Google it – he filmed it while on tour.
Yep. I wanted to stick with the theme of the song as Phil described it: “It’s about a guy in a loony bin.” Only, for me, it had to have a slight bit of a darker feel.
I love to read about Travis’ visit to the therapist. Great write.
Hopefully a vivid imagination instead of a premonition. Well-written! =)
The question truly is… when is a vivid imagination just a premonition? Thanks for stopping by!
Awful way to live, right? Your brain telling you tall tales that leave lasting impressions in your memory.
Unless they were tales of the future. One may never know until the moment of truth.
Now that’s a creepy thought for sure. Hope it’s only in HIS mind and isn’t reality
The world may never know. ^_-