Fiction · My Life

FICTION TIME 7/6/17

Their was a man named Les. Les does what everyone does on a typical Monday morning which is go to work. As he waits at the bus stop on this particular morning, something strange occured. A young girl around the age of 12 came up to him out of no where. Her shoulder length, tangled brunette hair was wet with sweat and caked to her face and forehead. She wore a green dress with black horizontal stripes and the bottom of the dress stopped right below her knees; leaving a gap of expose skin where her fire red rain boots came up above her calves.

“Are you lost, little one?” Les asked her.

“No, Mr. Less. I’m right where I’m suppose to be.” She responded through a faint smile. 

Les took a moment before he spoke again. He searched his memory, but found no trace of her. “How do you know my name, little girl?”

A hawk suddenly swoops down and lands on the back of the bench Les was seated on. It was about the size of little girl’s head. She pets the bird as it watched Les through beady black eyes.

“Because we saw you coming from miles away,” she gloated before kneeling. Her outstreched hand beckoned to a racoon which came crawling out from under the bench to lick her fingertips. Les wasn’t sure if it just appeared or was it there the whole time. 

“Why do you know me and why are you looking for me?”

“I know you, indeed and you need my help, Mr. Les. You will soon be another victim of life, without us by your side. You’re stresses and worries know no bounds and you will surely be eaten alive..without us.” The little girl places her elbows on her knees and props her head up with her hands, eyes on Les.

Les started to feel uncertainty creep into his body. He stood up instantly to shake the feeling. ” I don’t know what you are talking about, but I don’t have time for children games.” He turned and was about to walk away when a huge black grizzly bear stopped him in his tracks. 

The bear simply stared at Les as it walk around him to get to the little girl. She stood up and rubbed both sides of the bear’s snout. 

Les stood there in awe, gazing upon the unlikely bunch in the most unlikely place; a hawk, racoon, bear, and a little girl. The girl stepped away from her animal friends, taking a postion in front of Les with an hand extended to him.

“Come with us and we can save you from the world.” She said proudly, waiting on him to take her hand.

Les reluntance got the best of him. He shook his head and placed both hands in his pockets. 

The little girl was saddened by his action. Her cheeks were poutty and her bottom lip quivered with disappointment. She wiped her face and said one last thing before her and her crew, left.

“Say goodbye to what was left of your freedom. Say goodbye to your imagination”

They marched away.

THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY THE ALBUM COVER OF THE MOST RECENT RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS ALBUM. MY SHORT STORY DOES NOT REFLECT ON THE ALBUM, ITSELF. IT IS JUST WHAT CAME TO MIND DUE TO THE ARTWORK. THANKS FOR READING.

3 thoughts on “FICTION TIME 7/6/17

    1. I’m not so sure you would have. You bask in the insanity of your own imagination more than ever now that you live with less distractions. You definitely took the little girl’s hand…and so have I

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