The Estranged Mindless Delights: A Collection of Short Stories

A Collection of Short Stories: The Odd Hill

Copyright ©Lee Luna 2011

 Genre: Fiction

The Odd Hill

 

Ah, a friend, how are you? I seem to have found myself on the edge of a hill today. One that appears to be slowly tilting in such a way that I must be dreaming again. Quite the anomaly, don’t you think? It bends in a crooked direction, leaning over a small meadow of Anemone and Bittersweet that is just situated down below. I find the combination of the two odd, but despite this I can’t help but revert back to my current state of affairs.

Now, I realized that I can’t completely recall how I have ended up in such a place. Do you think you could possibly enlighten me? This place is not of the norm. The sky is off, the color is bland and laced with the thinnest of materials that threaten to break at any given time. The clouds hang in the space above, but do nothing more for it seems that time has stopped. In the distance I can catch the withering light of the golden orb paling over the land as it flickers in such a way that I think it is gasping. There is also a slight chill in the air, but the wind has never once brushed past us since I’ve been awake. How could that be?

I also wonder why there is nothing else around us. Out of this entire place, there is no life whatsoever. None! Except for us if I may add.

Yet, despite this, if I were to cast my gaze over this space that appears almost endless, I note that not even the sound of others seem to exist here. No birds of any sort have cried through the heavens, leaving us song-less as well as deaf to one of nature’s unpretentious compositions.

It’s strange I find you here you know? It seems we are both on separate hills that is apart from one another by a single stream. Yours is just a few feet away from mine and it even seems you have your own little meadow nearby. What types of flowers grow among it I wonder? Are those Marigolds that I see? Such a lovely name don’t you think? Now why are you so sad?

Is it the flowers within your meadow that disturbs you? If so, then get rid of them. It’s relatively easy you know. Just yank them from the ground and toss them away. That way, you won’t have to look upon them with such sorrow. Please do not look at me like that; I am just giving you a thought. No harm done. I do however; find it curious that you are so defensive about it.

Now, putting that subject aside, it seems nothing much will happen here. This hill is still slanted oddly and my mind is fluttering about with untamed thoughts.

The fragrance of the Anemones seem to be rather potent right now and is wholly blinding my senses. Whereas the Bittersweets on the other hand are gradually dimming in scent. What could have caused such a change?

Though, I must say that this invisible wind that has apparently yet to even stir the lively colored grass is also carrying the strong scent of Marigolds. It’s a quite the scent I must say. Are you possibly drowning within it over there?

Either way, it seems we will be stuck here for awhile. So we may as well get used to this delightfully suffocating aroma.   

So, my newly found friend, may I ask how your hill is today? It seems to be tipping over as well. Just ever so slightly.

Now why would that be?

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A/N: Where to begin with this one? It’s just...odd. Based on the 'Language of flowers' meanings and partly the idea of sanity/human mind. I know its weird. There goes my attempt at strange things XD

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