So the first one I wrote most of while watching improv comedy. This one I wrote while listening to my friend sing the blues with her band. I don’t know if I’ll be writing anymore episodes while viewing other forms of art, but as of now she is officially recurring, if not but just for now . . .
Winding Road
Leslie stood and took one step forward. Two steps later across the carpeted floor and she was walking through the wall painted white; one step later she saw her other foot through to a dirt path winding through the trees, her house nowhere behind her to be found.
Her bare feet continued down the soft, cool dirt. A butterfly by her eyes and the flowers of purple, blue, red, and yellow peeking out through the high, green grass seemed to breathe all around her. Behind her it all began to swirl and blend into itself as slowly the path began to be closed in upon by the colors melting into one another. As she stepped forward along the path, a young deer that had recently lost its spots began to follow alongside her. As it continued to follow, its spots of red, white, and purple reappeared and then shortly after again dropped away as she journeyed onward.
Two trees arose either side of her and met at their tops where the branches swayed together as though holding hands in a gentle dance. From that gentle swaying their arms descended together slowly before her, and Leslie took the ends of the branches from both trees in her hands for a moment as though making the acquaintances of both. The trees then raised their arms together again toward the heavens where they returned in holding each other in reverence to the light and vapor suspended in the blue above where occasionally a bird would pass by.
The path slanted ever-so-slightly upward between the trees as, accompanied by her sometimes multi-spotted friend, she made her way onward. The next butterfly to pass by her eyes winked at her from one of the spots on its wing; she decided this particular forest was without question a friendly one.
Looking backward for a moment, she saw the colors swirling over the path behind her. She smiled and stopped walking. She stood still and waited while staring forward. The colors continued to blend forward over the path until at last coming to her heels. She felt herself lifted and carried, her journey forward begun again, the deer just ahead of her and to the side out of reach of the melted forest. Forward the journey continued, and Leslie was delighted to feel herself sliding ever forward, wound around trees as she was glided to following the same path upon which she would be walking had she been left to her own two feet.
Upward it carried her off the forest floor, her four-legged companion continuing its following alongside the path alone down below. Standing still, she felt herself being levitated over the tops of trees and toward the mountain’s summit. Over the next half of an hour she found herself encircling the protrusion of rock, soil, and trees. Round and round was she raised until to the top, where land plateaued, was she brought to rest by that which had carried her this far. Brought no further, she took a single step forward onto the clearing that which she stood upon was now perfectly aligned with. At the other end of the clearing she saw the end of a simple path of dirt where a young deer with spots occasionally dropping off was eating blades of grass sticking out between the flowers.
In the field before her were many flowers, like large daisies, with petals that alternatingly flowed black to white to black to white to black to white continuously through every petal almost as far as her eyes could reach. In the middle of this clearing was a single, giant red rose that reached high upwards and bloomed toward the heavens. It was to the rose she walked now.
There at its base, she looked up and down at the many thorns that grew from its stem. The thorns were so large, though, that they posed no threat of accidentally sticking her. In fact, she assessed at a glance that they seemed to be close enough together that they formed what looked like a sort of ladder that went all the way up the flower’s stalk. Taken as such, she grabbed onto the thorn closest to her accordingly.
Hand-over-hand, foot-by-foot, until coming finally to the hip of the rose, she plunged her hand into a petal sticking up from it, then her other hand into the petal beside it, and between petals she climbed her way into the giant flower. Once her feet were inside, she climbed up a particular petal until it took her up to the flower’s edge, and there she sat.
The scent of the flower filled her as rose while she looked below between forest and path and the swirled color that had brought her to the field below. Then, turning, the sun’s iris looked at her. The eye lighting the sky stared only for a minute or two toward Leslie, then looked down, followed by an eyelid that closed over it before it descended for her below the forest’s floor. During the minute it took for the sun to set, the sky filled with color before opening to black embedded with diamonds everywhere she set her gaze. She marveled to see what she was made of shining upon her from every direction. She turned her body toward the center of the flower and lay down to better breathe in the rose-scented universe with her eyes. She allowed every part of her musculature, mind, and heart to relax. She felt her self as though dissolved into the petal atop which she lay; she felt her self sway coolly, gently with the breath of the cosmos; she let the dazzling jewels of stellar flesh above her fill her eyes and her smile.
Some hours later the sun decided to raise itself again to a place where the sky filled with rainbow, and there the sun stayed. She raised herself by her fingertips atop the petal and inched forward toward the rose’s center until gravity could take the work over, and she glided down into the rose’s core. Feet-first she flowed down, and in, surrounded by fragrance and the silken smooth of the petal upon which she rode. She felt surrounded and hugged by its heart as she continued sliding downward and through. Laughing, she blinked while being engulfed in the pure red. When her eyes opened from her blink, she stood again in the middle of the carpet, surrounded by the white walls of her home. She wondered where her next step would take her.
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