Jockey - A Lonely Story Part II

[Phil 5,119]

Part I

 

Jockey lay motionless in the dark, empty Wrangler  changeroom. After a couple of minutes, gathering all the strength he could muster, he desperately tried to move - even an inch. He needed out. He couldn't take anymore of this life - this pointless existence of torture. He strained himself with the effort but did not move - not even an inch. It was hopeless. Jockey lay there in total and utter misery, dejected and shattered. He must be the only entity in the universe that learned to cry in total silence. 

 

The moon appeared through the skylight. It cast ominous shadows around the changeroom, revealing the silhouettes of hidden shapes. Splayed out in the corner of the changeroom, Jockey lay in anguish, waiting for the inevitable return of The Great Smelly Motion. 

 

Reflecting on the way the air floated freely through the room, he commented to himself on the change it made from the stale, stagnant, rancid air of the Compact Motion Room he spends 95% of his existence in. However the different sensations brought him no joy. The inescapable fact that when it was light again, he would return to the only life he knew was too overpowering to take any satisfaction in a change of stimulus. 

 

What happened next was so rapid that Jockey didn't know what hit him. Either that or he was so lost in his broken world that he was unaware of the lights snapping on and Motion taking place.

 

He felt pressure around him as he was lifted off the group and propelled through the air. He floated mid-air for a time before he came crashing down into a dark and suffocating slippery bag of sorts.

 

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The only sound in arena was made by the early morning caretaker taking out the trash before the mid-morning practice. 

[Phil 5,119]

For those who read both parts - here's an interesting side-note on this seemingly random story:

 

This mini series s going to be a euphemism for the social constructs of society from the point of view of someone with depression. It will have a dark humour about it. 

 

It was meant to be a short story.