Fiction

It’s just that there is so much I want to see. For so much of my life, I have shut my eyes tight. Spent a regrettable sum of years in fear, and so very alone.

A blank canvas sits in the art museum. A timeless, endless sheet, save for the one unwavering line of green.

The ship was full of rats. They ate all the cabbage. Though, even the rats avoided the bread; the moldy foul bread we were forced to consume day after endless day. Our water supply was running low.

The horse bucked her for the third time since they had left the town of dust. Hard soled boots and the frills of her dress a blooming rose in the sun. The broken ground of the path showed no kindness as the lady crashed down on her shoulder.

I danced. I wore red lipstick, a party dress, and uncomfortable shoes. The spring air was smooth and tinted with new flowers. It was fluid as it wrapped itself around my twirling form. Infinity was slow then fast with the beat of the music.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot.

A police boot.

Imagine its sturdy leather; its handsome shoelaces, wearing a double-knotted smile; its ringed eyes peeking out underneath a blue hem.

When we met eyes, we knew we were in danger.

When you saw the dog, you almost died.
 

“I don't understand. I am a curmudgeonly frog. I don't want to understand. Say it again and I will ignore you.”
“Do - you - eat - flies?”  
“I eat.” 

There they sat, fat and juicy, just waiting for someone to come along and shout, "I've been waiting for you!"
 

The night was melting over the stretch of time, coated in rain. Not a harsh night that may come to mind. It was a mild, promising darkness that blanketed the town. As if the storm stepped aside, making room for the wandering souls.

A day in the woods,
could reveal many things.
Unknown creatures,
astonishing sights,
living things that we 
haven't discovered.
A day in the woods,
could show us 
secrets,
lies,
that we may have believed.