A Quick
Journey
A young girl in
a nice, simple, sunny yellow dress laid on the side of a smooth hill.
She held up a small, but elegant, mirror in her hand. Her grandmother
used to use it to travel, and before the grandmother passed away she
taught the little girl how to travel with the mirror.
The girl turned
the mirror to a specific spot in relation to the sun, like how
someone would tune a radio to a certain channel. When she finished
the mirror pulled the girl's mind out of her body. The girl's mind
then jumped from the mirror into a nearby tree. She felt her mind
spreading through every branch and root. She sensed the sun baking
her leaves in its warmth. When one of the fruit fell from the tree
she felt as if a hair had been plucked from her head.
She then leaped
into a rock in the bank of a nearby river. As the rock the cool water
of the river rubbed up against her playfully. She moved next into the
river itself. She felt the fish move through her as if something
danced down her throat. She transferred her mind into a fish next and
could think only of forward, as many fish did. She left the fish when
she saw it approaching a hook with tempting bait.
She pushed her
mind into a cloud next. She felt every drop in the cloud as if it was
a thought in her head. She fell into a lovely calmness while she
drifted along the skyline. She felt tickled as an airplane passed
through her. She then felt heavy and angry. She turned black and
started raining down lightning and rain. She didn't like making
things dark and depressing by making a storm so she jumped between
clouds until she reached further north where she was inside a big
cloud that sent a light snow to the ground below. When she saw the
school beneath her she remembered her big homework assignment due the
next day.
She hurried
through the clouds, fish, river water, rock and tree back to her own
body. And once her mind settled into its old home she placed the
mirror in her pocket. She dashed home because she knew that once she
finished her last homework assignment and summer break began her
father would bring her to the nearby theme park. She enjoyed the
theme park because she could become the balloons, roller coasters and
so many more things there. Though school was nice as well, she loved
using the mirror to jump into books.
Now you've made me wish I had that mirror. :} Although if you think about it, writers don't need a mirror...we use our imaginations to jump into our books...hmmm, perhaps that's where you were going with this...your stories always have layers, Langdon.
ReplyDeleteWell, at the end of the story I used the books part to make sure the audience thought of what could be done with the mirror outside of what I said in the story. I'm glad that you see the layers in my stories. I'm trying to make the reader think about my story long after they've read it. Thanks for the comment!
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