unknownA Story by benKeeping out of the way of the massive door closing shop for
the day, if one wanted to, there is time to fall back to the world before this
one but neither do. Instead, both stand in place while watching the way the
door puts up a fuss towards the end much like a child not wanting to go to bed.
Finding themselves a step closer, this world is nothing but sand
dunes melting into the fade of a distant mountain range. Three miles away is
Benny’s guess as attention falls on Vincent wandering off when he comes up
short before dropping down to a knee. Benny is already walking towards him when
Vincent looks his way. “Check this out.” Walking around to the other side of
Vincent, stacked in marking an opening in the ground are three flat rocks. “Could be a secret way no one lived to talk about.” “It’s too dark to see though. That’s our problem.” “Problem solved. Check it out, I bought two penlights for a
dollar thirty-nine at Jakes. I was going to give this one to Lori, but you can
have it. Hope you don’t mind that it is pink.” Wearing a grin, Benny takes the
penlight to where he focuses the beam of light within the guts of the hole. “There’s room to slide down on our butts if you want to see
where it goes.” Vincent casts a look across the dunes to the faraway mountain range that pushes him to drop his gaze to the penlight he has in
his hand. “I have no idea how long these will last.” There is concern in his
voice, Benny picturing them submerged in total darkness in the blink of an eye.
Disorientated, there is a chance of being separated, each calling out to make
sure the other is still there. “We should go for it anyways, might not be that
bad.” That said, with a slight backward lean, Benny crabwalks himself through
the opening. Vincent waits a short minute before he follows after. Sliding down most of the way, the two are emptied out into a
spacious cavern. There is a pale blue hue about, and the drip of water. Penlight
not really working the way it should, the two pass underneath a high archway. Elsewhere,
startled awake when feeling the vibration, there is a pause, an ear to the wind
in making sure. Two, he thinks. And after the key they are. A pleasant smile
plays on his lips as he recalls all of those before. There is no humble regret
nor sad face as his world is about keeping things the way they are. Getting out
of his bed, he stokes a fire before walking over to the only window in the room.
There she is, sweet as ever is the sight of you. Such beauty has him on the verge of tears to where he forces
himself from the window. The ordeal leaves him hungry, and so he conjures forth a
dining table and a chair. Sitting there with his hands holding up his cheekbones
all the while contemplating what to eat, with a snap of his fingers, appearing
before him is a bowl of rabbit stew and a biscuit. Favorites always win. Each spoonful is delicious, tasty as ever is the biscuit. And
throughout each bite taken, the vibrations continue. Hopefully this will end
soon, and then he can go back to bed. Whisking the empty bowl and spoon from
his sight, he gets up from the table and walks over to his favorite chair situated
just right before the fire. It is here that he does his best thinking. © 2024 ben |
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