Account of the lepricon incident- minus comedy props.
Coventry is where I have lived my entire life and let me tell you something this place ain't half weird. Im not sure quite what it is but the strangest things seem to happen here. Is it the people themselves; are we coventrians a few shots short of a piss up? Or is it this concrete landscape sending us over the edges of our sanity (and buildings roofs as the case may be)?Whenever I venture out into this city I catch people doing random "crazy" acts that cause you to look back over your shoulder and think "did I really see that?"
One such incident was when I meet a lepricon.
It was early in the morning and I had started my journey to school. I had hardly made much progress in my travels when I came across an old man. He was quite short in height with a face so wrinkled that the wrinkles replaced the features in his face, great lines forming holes for his eyes and mouth. The slits revealing his eyes showed they had no colour. They where black. Automatically I tried to avoid him, my life has a engraved a weariness of old men into me. He stopped in the middle of the pavement and the wrinkles spread apart to accommodate a grin. He didn't seem to look directly at me still he seemed to want to tell me something. The itching in my legs when I saw his smile pushed them forwards at a faster pace than I was already going.
He opened his mouth. Shit he's talking to me.
Lepricon: I bet you haven't seen the rainbow deary.
(After telling my friends this story they asked if he had an Irish accent. My answer to that is this: I haven't a clue. He had a old accent. You know the accent old people have like the creaking of a squeaky door lying underneath their own voice.)
Snapping my head around I saw over the pebble dashed house lined down the hill; a rainbow swept across the sky. It was if it had suddenly appeared, the glint in the old mans black eyes confirmed it.
With a flash I was off, the burning energy in my legs not letting me stay any longer. Once again I turned my head as I sped off. He was still there facing the rainbow head lifted. His coat; it was a dark mossy green.
He truly was a lepricon.
Later after I re-told this story to various people. People a few times implied that this lepricon was infact a figment of my imagination. I can honestly say that he was not. Of course my brain a few times when replaying the experience has added a pipe and Sherlock Holmes hat, that doesn't not mean however that this lepricon does not exist. And if you're wondering I did mentally remove the pipe and Sherlock Holmes hat and place them in the trash bin in my brain.
This lepricon is one of the many strange events to be witnessed in this city. Maybe there is something in the water and not just mind altering drugs. Maybe the essence of this city in its fucked up glory drips from the taps and works its way around our conventrian bodies.
BOOGIE
posted by Boogie @ 10:49 PM
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