“Why do you keep going back to that forest? “ “It just feels right to go home to rest” “There used to be your home years back. Also, do you feel tired? “ “No. I just feel that nights are to go home and rest.” “Uh Uh, There is something wrong in the code. You can not be showing ancient human symptoms. It has been ages they slept in the night. The Internet ruined that. “Am I not human, then?”
He finally found the secret cave. She appeared in the early morning with her guards. As she waved in and out of the waterfall, she relished being home. This was one of the few spots she could enter Earth. This was where she met her son each year.
“They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes”, he answered.
We were newly inducted to this secret society which my great-grandfather had started to track unexplained people and keep detailed records.We gathered intel on these aliens among humans who needed to be handled immediately.
“But that would be extreme,to do now”
“We can meet in this plaza”, he offered.
“The one with the white statue with eyes covered ?”
“Yeah, she sees nothing. We see nothing. The fucking world sees nothing nowadays.”
The cameras see it all, we knew but those could be erased.
“Take all the time you want,” he said encouragingly, pushing the paper and pen along with it, towards me.
If only I had time, I thought.
I knew I had to do this soon, if not right away.
So, after years of hiding behind silence, I wrote the story all wanted to hear,but not the truth.
Written for Twittering tales ( story in 280 characters or less, based on image )
The picture was all over the news – plane with about 300+ people aboard crashed in the middle of nowhere, a few minutes before landing. Anu looked at the images, a dazed look in her eyes. Their last conversation kept flashing before her eyes – they had argued about the way to handle the current mess. “I do not want to run, Anu. We can not run away forever, can we?”, he had almost begged her to stay with him. And she had, she had been sitting outside the airport as the plane left and later crashed. She was glad she did not meet this fate, this kind of escape from life.
She remembered the first time she walked this path. In the middle of nowhere, she had randomly stopped at this field and taken a walk on the dusty road. She had truly felt free in that moment. She had escaped a bad relationship, an exhausting job, and struggles with ideas of self-value.
This path had beckoned to her mad desire to be break free from everything and everyone. She had returned to this place every year since the first time.
But today, She was not alone. She had no desire to walk the road to feel free. She had found the anchor to her desires and the wind to her flight in him. Soon she would walk the aisle with him.
“It is the age of limited time offers , the flashy deals.. How will you find meaning to your life and relationships if you keep running behind one thing after another ?” , Said my grandmother, obviously throwing that question at me specifically.
“You do realize you are asking me to let go of my career here to be with the guy who has decided to chase his dreams thousand miles away from me” , I complained in even higher pitch.
“I am asking if you want to chance a life with the guy who has stood with you when you wanted to flee or want to keep running like these useless sales at the mall ! Limited time offer, my dear” , she said with a finality and that sealed the decision for me.
It was another ordinary night. The bright broad moon outside yawned in boredom and eagerly waited to go push the sun out of the bed and take his warm spot instead.
She smiled, thinking of the golden sunsets that she had witnessed in the pool last weekend. The sun sure knew to make grand entry and exits most days.
She was quite lost in her thoughts when she felt the first gust of west winds. She giggled as her best friend joined her , playing with her and nudging the creatures awake and out in open on Earth below.
“Wasn’t expecting you tonight wind” , Moon said , her attention still on the tides trying to reach her.
“Well, it’s been a long winters that I been trapped indoors. Wanted to take a stock of the land before my man steps out”
“Ah! Mr summer is finally ready to roll ?”
“Yeah, hopefully soon though the house be very cold when Mr Winter retires there, You know what ai mean” she giggled and went her way to announce the onset of spring.
Spring is almost here in Canada and as per Greek mythology Zephyruswas the personification of the west wind and the bringer of light spring and early summer breezes.
Bestie : Why are you walking like this ?
Me : like what ?
B : Umm.. like different ..
M *obviously panicking* : different .. ha ha .. no , no , not at all.
B: Nopes, I know your walk. This is not you. Oh my god , did you ?
M *pretending hard to ignore*
B: Oh yes , you did. You did it again.
M: I did nothing.
B : What’s the count this time ? How was it , tell now !
M *giving up* : I lost a drunk bet for 100 squats. I can’t wait to get my thighs back to normal now.
B: Don’t. I like your slow walk. I have to run in my heels otherwise to catch up !
M: You are a sadist, you know !
This post is written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge. And slightly true event with me 😣
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