I awoke to the smell of nothing. Yet I stared at a rose bush. My eyes hurried left then right, then left again. A garden. Looking up I noticed it was close to sunset and the autumn air was silently nestleing darkened leaves towards the earth. It was strange being in a garden that had no life. A lilliputian lady bug worked it's way calmly down a velvety pedal in search of something insignificant. My eyes followed with intent. As it made its way closer to where I was laying I noticed that another critter patiently waited. The shrewd lady bug had no hope as it was now entangled in its first mistake, a spider web. Sister spider crept up close to the defeated lady bug and meticulously wrapped thread after thread of silk around her guest. Reminding me of the seamstress that had created the rags I would one day be buried in.
Realizing these were the final moments for the lady it almost seemed fitting that she should start her journey towards the heavens in white. As I reached out to save her from that fate, a strange inner feeling occurred. Something like a small cold burning in my navel that traveled up my abdomen and through my lungs. Then dissolving into my eyes, all in an instant. Causing me to lose concentration and also allowing sister spider to eat another day. With discontent and irony brewing in my bowels I stood up and began my treck. Letting the course of nature make it's way.
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General FictionI want to experiment with writing and this is the best way I can think of :). I don't know where the cover picture is from but credit to whomever it was.
