abigail_and_bean

At the edge of a cliff I stand tall. I stare up at the Wind. The Wind pushes me. I close my eyes, bracing myself upon the rock. As the Wind hits me, I squint, eyes tearing up. The Wind stops. I bend over, breathing heavily.

There goes Mr. Wilson birdwatching right on time, 9:34 AM. Magnolia waves their branches at him, but of course he doesn’t wave back. That’s how humans are, after all. I wish I didn’t have so many squirrels running about.

Blip

A memory

A flashback 

I see me from a few years ago

Coming into my house

To find my once sticker-covered door to my room

Nearly blank

I rush over to the door, asking why

I drum

beating the small snare with my power

I may be small

but I am the loudest in the band

the base is thunder crashing

the snare is the rain slamming to the earth

somehow

someway

I time traveled

At least it felt like it.

I opened the door.

It was a warm March day

It was 10AM

The perfect time for a walk

and yet nobody stalked the busy streets