As I am wont to do, I present a tale of sorts in free-thought format. As I was considering this time of people graduating, this was the flow of thought that came through as I turned my attention toward the tapping of short fiction . . .
Just . . .
Throwing his hat up in the air as he rose from his chair . . . Then stared blankly into the desert as he saw a hawk fly low above his head and off into the distance. From the rock on which he had given himself a moment’s rest, he began to walk away from the sun, hoping that there would be water soon to quench the dryness in his throat. Oh how he wanted to scream at the heat, his only companion, but kept his mouth shut firmly lest he let out of himself an atom of moisture more than necessary for breathing as he continued his journey through the surrounding desolation step, by, step.
It was her face in his mind that he drank as he discerned no pleasing mirage 10 miles in any direction. He walked in the direction from which he could remember coming, where he supposed the closest semblance to him not dying might be. As his name was called he heard clapping all around as he nervously walked up to receive what his years of work had earned him. He took the document in one hand while looking into the eyes of the woman whom was connected to the hand he was shaking with his other. This final test was of his coordination while feeling the gaze of thousands of eyes upon him, congratulating him. He had arrived!
It was only a large rock he had arrived at, but it was a milestone. He now could go on to create his life by his own desire and determination; he could mold himself into what he wanted to be. Drinking a cold glass of water dripping with the condensation of the warm air vapors coalescing upon the glass held to his forehead; in this glass her eyes watch him and he takes another step forward hoping for the coolness of the drink in his mind. Holding the document in his hand, he steps away from the woman who has handed it to him. A lizard scurries underfoot as a drop of sweat falls from his back and dissolves before hitting the ground.
He walks on in the direction he most believes will await him those foods he wishes most to consume. And as he takes his next step, he falls; his head hits a pillow soft as feathers, he feels a soft hand caress his cheek before he loses consciousness. When he awakens he sees her smiling his existences light upon him. What came before this moment of awakening his doesn’t care to remember; he has found himself sated upon all that matters, he won’t vex himself further by asking more.
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