Cahill Expressway Drafts

(First person perspective original draft, monologue)

There is something awfully strange about that man, about the way that he stands, about the way that he glares at me, seemingly never blinking, never flinching. When I look away, all I see is a few statues, some high rise apartment buildings, oddly placed street lights and what appears to be a playground, though I cannot be sure as it's hard to see without my glasses. This unchanging, colourful, but dreary world appears so foreign to me; this place makes me feel so alone.

I look back at that man again, only to find him still patiently standing and staring in my direction. He stands on the edge of the road, dangerously close to any possible traffic, though he seems completely indifferent to anything but myself. He wears a blue suit, is slightly overweight and is balding.

I feel like I’ve been standing here for an eternity, this place baffles me, no cars, no people except that man. Much time has passed, and I am yet still alone with that man. I wonder who he is? Why he continues to stare at me? What have I done to deserve such deviant behaviour? Perhaps I should confront that man.

REDRAFT

I stand and stare out over my new-found surroundings. The weather has changed considerably since I left this morning. It feels as though it could rain at any moment, the dense air fills my lungs, and the smell of rain fills my nose. Despite the dreary nature of my new surroundings, the sun sits strong in the sky, projecting it's dominance over a majority of the road ahead, save for an ominous tunnel.

I hadn't noticed until now, but a man in a blue suit stands quietly across the road, staring over in my direction. I look around, but see nothing worthy of attention. I look back at the man; he does not move, he does not sway even with the wind, he just stands there, at the edge of the road. He appears to be mid to late thirties, and is slightly balding. There is just something off about him.

He stands between me and the tunnel, unmoving, if we was not so colourful I would suspect him to be a statue.