Walking out of the hallway I turn and face. "Get the fuck out of my house!" as I pint to the door with force. Relieving the couch of its pressure, she stands and faces the ceiling as if I being that tall. Striding to the door, she leaves her blue suit only in our minds.
Sounds from outside catch our attention and move to the deck we do. On a slight cliff the house does sit and the driveway marks the top. Dark and gloomy the sky looks and clouds give the soft satin blue sky a rougher texture. Long grasses hide the face of the falling hill. Farther down, trees engulf the side and they become thicker and thicker yet, hiding what can no longer be seen by our eyes , but our ears know everything.
The grinding of the gravel beneath our feet shall not distracts us from the sound that haunts us. Searching for what our ears detect, we continue.
Coming up upon a newly arrived clearing among the dark of trees, the noise now becomes vi sable. One solid blade, sharpened for culinary, hacks away at the fallen tree. Attached to the knife, the blue suited woman is and furious she looks.
Closer we creep and spotted we are. Running back from once we came we are left to do as the angy blade draws closer with each passing step of its holder. Refuge is what we seek and find it you shall never know.
2 comments:
sounds like a dream. amazing fantasy. i envy your ability to come up with this in your head.
...and then put it down so eloquently.
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