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Fabulous Fabulae
Fab.u.lae n.- stories, fables(fr. Latin "fabula" meaning "story")
Fab.u.lae n.- stories, fables(fr. Latin "fabula" meaning "story")
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It is late. The sun is long gone and the moon is high in the sky. I know I should be in bed, sleeping, dreaming. But my mind won't shut up and my eyes won't stay closed. I toss and turn and sigh and yawn, but sleep eludes me. I try to read, and my eyes burn as if they're on fire. I listen to music, but the songs annoy me. What to do?
It is morning. How strange! I had lied awake for hours and then suddenly I awake, finding that sleep had come. But what happens in those hours when I am sleeping? Those hours that pass in the the blink of an eye?
The sky was blue, bluer than the sea. The trees were green, greener than the grass. The house was white, whiter than the clouds. And the road was brown, browner than the mud. The people walking in the road were indifferent. Indifferent to the beautiful surroundings. Indifferent to each other. Indifferent to me. They walked with their heads bent down and their feet moving in perfect rhythm. Clip clop clip clop. Like a metronome, they never lost the beat. No one said a word. It was silent but for the sound of their feet...clip clop clip clop. I sat on the front porch of the house and watched as hundreds of them marched down the street. Not one of them looked up to see me. I don't think any of them even realized they were walking past a house. They were like robots, programmed to do just one thing. Walk. In perfect synchronization. I wondered how they could live like this. How could they stand it? I had the notion to call out and see what they would do. But my nerves got the better of me. They were scary. So I just sat there and watched until the very last one of them was gone.
"I am not sure if I can tell you," she responded slowly.
"Why?" he asked, obviously offended.
"Well, Mildred said that nobody knew about it and she made it clear that she was very hesitant about telling me. So, I just don't feel right telling you about it. I don't want to break her trust."
"I see. Well, maybe I need to give Mildred a visit..." he said with a mischievous grin.
"No! Don't you dare! She would be furious with me just for mentioning it," she paused for a second. He started to leave. "Wait! Wait! Okay, I'll tell you. Just promise not to say a word of it to anyone. Okay? ANYONE!" He nodded.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he said solemnly.
"Okay. Well..." she began.
"This is the day...I can feel it."
"What? What is it you feel?"
"I just have this feeling and...whoa whoa whoa who are you?"
"That is not the correct question. Next?"
"What? What is going on here?"
"I said, Next!"
"Hey! I'm the only one here...well besides you. Whoever you are."
"That is not a question."
"I never said it was!"
"That is not a question either."
"Why does it matter if it's a question?"
"I cannot answer that. Would you like to come with me?"
"Why would I? I don't even know you!...Where are you going?"
"You will find out if you come."
"Will I find out who you are?"
"Perhaps. That all depends on if you ask the right questions."
"Okay, I'll come."
The leaves rustled in the wind as I stepped over the threshold into the new world. It was amazing to see all the people. They were laughing and dancing and all seemed so happy. I couldn't help myself. I started crying and backed away. It was too much. It just made me realize even more how alone I was. Just as I was about to cross back into my world, though, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" a voice asked.
"I don't belong here," I replied without looking.
"Why do you think that?" he asked
"Because..."I stuttered. Why did I think that? "Just...because."
"That's not a very good reason. But if you don't want to stay, I won't force you."
I nodded once and felt the hand slip off my shoulder. I hesitated, one foot in my world and the other in this new one and looked back. I saw the boy walking back to the group of people. I stared at the crowd a little longer and made my decision. I had nothing to go back to, no one to go back to. But maybe here, in this new world, I could make a new start. Maybe here I could live. I took a deep breath and lifted my foot out of my home, my former home, for the very last time.
buzz buzz buzz
don't get confused in all the muck
my freezing hands are wanting of something....but what?
the comfort of another pair? Or maybe just some woolen gloves prepared by someone with hands colder than mine. They are growing numb..all feeling is slowly ebbing away. What can end this? Will enduring it make me stronger? I find that unlikely, the pain and misfortune of hands burning with frigidness are of no help whatsoever...lalala listen to my beating heart as it slowly dies. What sound do you hear? Agony? Love? Relaxation? Pain?
tell me...tell me please
The whistle blew. I gave a sigh of relief and dropped my bucket. The sun was just setting, I noticed as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I turned to leave.
"Hey! Got any plans for the evening, Fil?" Quint called. I laughed.
"Yes, I do. Doesn't the whole town know?" I replied. Quint laughed.
"Oh! Is that tonight? Haha well good luck!" he shouted and joined the group of workers leaving. I walked down the path in the opposite direction, the sun setting in front of me. Pretty sunset, I thought to myself. Dust curled up with every step I took and glittered in the dying rays. I reached my little house and quickly washed and dressed. I made a small meal of some biscuits my mom had left and cold meat and then set down the road again. The sun had completely set and the moon was out.
"Looks full," I commented aloud. I walked slowly, careful not to stir up too much dust. I didn't want to be covered in dirt for this very important occasion. The town's streetlights came into view as I reached the top of a hill and I stopped. My heart was beating so fast and my palms were sweaty. "Stay calm," I told myself and took a few deep breaths. Then I straightened up and marched into town.
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