They stared up in to a vast blue screen. The universal television transfixed the two with its indelible hugeness. Cumulus to the south, Stratus to the north. These clouds inspire the imaginative in the day and the stars provoke the curious in the night.
Everyone they had ever met had seen the same show. Light to dark in a tick-tock routine of 24 hours. How many people have seen it? How many people have lived? The sky is as common among the human race as hearts. And like a heart the sky beats too.
The two rested their minds on the hill. Quivering in the setting dusk. Waiting to hear the sky. Where an hour before there had been lush wine and chocolate strawberries, it seemed an entity had persuaded the blanket to fall into the contours of grass.
She smiled. He smiled. The sky smiled.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
{Inspired by corn mazes and Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury}
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Partials
CasualePartial ADJECTIVE | existing only in part; incomplete This is a collection of different bits and pieces of stories and scenarios I make up in my head. Most people would call these "excerpts" from books I will never write, I call them Partials. Comm...
