She never said it would hurt so badly- burn, to be more precise. Pressure was mounting under my left eye. I fixed my right on the shallow point of the rising moon, remembering how I used to obsess about the face that was partially hidden. Damn, this is a mistake. Trying to lift away from the dampening bed of fallen leaves, my limbs would not respond. Motor commands lost to the pulsating burn mounting at the base of my skull. Was there a way out…what had she said about envisioning a trap door or was it a false window.
Your mind is an amazing vehicle, if you relinquish control the crash could be fatal.
Three blue pills appeared like tears in her palm, which was inked with a third eye. There was something unsettling about her deep-set, heavily lined gaze. She was a modern gypsy, a new age type. Her home office, a tiny house on wheels complete with maroon, sequined saris for curtains. A friend who believed in two things, serendipity and karma, gave me her card one night when I was struggling with reality.
Louise said you wish to master leaving this world.
She smiled, but it never reached those kohl rimmed eyes I refused to stare into. An odd skip pushed at my sternum while a cold tingle traveled from my shoulders to the base of my spine.
Yes, so to speak.
Do you wish to return. For if you do, there are rules. She rotated her gold bangeled wrist so that the three blue dots rolled toward her thumb. Disregarding these measures is a grave mistake. You may die or succumb to madness.
A snapping branch jolted my whole body. I had been drifting in a cerebral blue calm. The leaves had become tiny cold blades, burrowing into my exposed right thigh and knee. I tried to roll toward my center of gravity without luck. The moon was higher, no longer yellow but blue-white. Time had stopped for me, but I knew the Earth continued to rotate.
(are we not all tired of my last post….I had a poem in mind to post, but my mind decided to forget it, ergo, here is the latest write for the online MOOC on fiction writing over at Iowa’s International Writers program… google it – you can still join. As for this – not sure, perhaps I will take it somewhere…or it will take me somewhere – peace ~ a)