(In case you can't read the words in the pic, it says "Follow your heart. (It's easy to track, because it crawls slowly and leaves a noticeable trail.) The tweet isn't mine.)
You sigh. By now, you're used to this kind of thing- your heart tends to wander. Even though this time it's different, because it gave you no warning thump before escaping from your chest cavity. At least your heart isn't moving so quickly right now. It's probably still tired from a few days ago, when it nearly slithered into traffic. With a shake of your head, you pull on a coat and follow the crimson drops that lead to the open back door.
The air is crisp, and the sun forces you to squint your eyes. You forgot your sunglasses in your house again, silly. You really should keep them in your pocket. As you follow your vital organ down the worn path in your backyard, you ponder on the questions that have plagued mankind since the dawn of time, and even since before that. Why my heart? you think to yourself. Why not my brain? My eyes? There must be a reason.
Your heart makes a sharp left turn and you wince slightly, hoping that it doesn't hurt itself. You almost didn't recover from the last time. As your heart squirms across the path, something writhes in the leaves. An animal- dark, scaly- grabs your heart and runs away into the trees. With a slight pause and another heavy sigh, you do what everyone in your life has told you to do. You do what you were born to do.
You follow your heart.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
FantasyThese are just some short stories that I've come up with. Some of them are just rough drafts, and others I've actually put some thought into. Feel free to give me any constructive criticism or comments that you have. None of the art, the covers or t...
