There was no trace of civilization in this wilderness apart from a worn out path that snaked through the blanket of grass.
Katie's spirits were up high like the mountains; she was keen to let reality drift away and her illusions take over.
Feeling her lungs burst with fresh air, she observed the sunlight cascading down a gap of clouds into a purplish blue lake.
Tilting her head, Katie watched the pathway fade into a void of mist and shrubbery.
Swiftly, the wind ran its icy fingers through her hair as she grinned through chapped lips. She was where she wanted to be.
They'd come looking for her soon, but for now it was just her, the wind, and the birds, appeared to be dancing in the strong winds as she stood in the midst of it, her hands in the air almost as if she was reaching for something.
The mountain is a bold statement of the slowness of time, of the reality of the ever – present moment, in a world of ticking human clocks...
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Drown the future
Short StoryThe dystopia of the average person is the utopia of the psychopath. You've only got to look at the general direction the world is heading in to know who is in charge... "Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?"
