Castles In The Air(Published at Powder Burn Flash #163, 9 March 2009)
Castles In The Air
by Paul Brazill
Whenever I see a castle -perhaps a picture in a travel magazine or in one of those Universal horror films from the 1930’s -for some reason I have one of those Proustian flashbacks to when I was a young child and I went with my sister to visit my brother-in-law in Durham prison.
I fade in on a silhouette of the prison; perched on a hill, looming over the city like a great black bat and I taste the cold, metallic morning air. This then imperceptibly segues into my brother-in-law’s spidery black quiff, the tattoos on his hands and face and the brown blanket- looking prison uniform that made me feel itchy.
Then, I fade out and fade back in on a pool of vomit, which I’m sure is mine, on the floor of the rattling gray train and then I fade to black. Now, all that remains is the song that corkscrewed through my thoughts like a mantra as I went to visit, what I believed was, the Pink Panther’s home town.
Dur-ham Dur-ham, Dur-ham Dur-ham Dur-ham, Dur-ham Dur-haaaam, Dur-ham Dur-ham.