Fiction

Hundred

Ari,

If I could do one thing on my bucket list I would travel the world. I would want to travel the world so I could see lots of cool places and make awesome memories.

    I would like to go to Greece and South Korea. I want to go to Greece because I like reading about the Greek gods and I’d like to see the temples and other historical places.

I have many different things on my bucket list for what I dream of doing. One of them is something I have wanted to do for so long, and that would be to travel around Europe for a year.

I have always loved the smell of hard-won warmth: dusty blankets, savory stew, all the various fragrances that can be distilled in a pot of boiling water.

The sun was hot. It burned my skin and made my insides buzz. The drink in my hand decorated the heat, like rouge on red cheeks. I wore a bathing suit that revealed the flat brown of my belly. I could see my curves.

I run. I feel as though the hedge is closing in. I can almost feel it brushing my sides, as I turn sharply to the left. I feel like collapsing when I finally see it- the exit. I draw in my breath and sprint forward, my head throbbing.

"Hello, sir. Where might you be headed?" A lady on the street questions.
"Oh, you wouldn't be interested." The man answers.
"You would be surprised at all that I am willing to believe right now!" 

"Hello," I say, loudly so that they can hear me through my mask. They turn, to reveal a face of silence, one of which seems is uncapable of emotions.

The shade grew with the sun. Under the big thick leaves, the shade became solid. The line between insistent energy and gentle dark turned bold. I lay with her on the grass, exhausted. Dry tears hung in my eyes like long evaporated dew.