The Holy Fruit IIA Chapter by ThalynxFinally, … She was walking, knee-deep in a rug of water. Her
feet were enveloping in sand, so she made good pace. She had left the 4th
tree and was nearing the 5th with a spring in her step. Her
reflection was pleasant and warping along the waves beneath her. What a lovely day, she thought. The light was booming
and ambient but had no source. The sun was nowhere, she had no shadow. Her
limbs were flat and blocked in lazily with pale colours. The trees were without
texture and the leaves were barbarically huge, leaning over the sea like
umbrellas. The fruits were hanging from threads, waiting to be tugged and
sucked dry. Then, crawling in through the vapid, creamy
clouds"something… She ignored it. The first fruit was a spectacle, a
sphere wrapped in dancing colours. The orifice on its top was like a pair of
lips pursing and chewing. She told hold and squeezed, but what came out was no
fluid. It was thick, horrible and chewy. It wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t let go.
Her eyes were bolted shut, her arms stiff, her legs bolted. The water was
crawling up like a numbness. More- spitting and drooling along her face. The
shadow was falling over her now, her eyelids were blotched with darkness. Then… © 2018 Thalynx |
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