Buzzards circled over Leadfield. Their forms silhouetted by the rising sun. The scent of death was heavy and ripe on our nostrils but we didn’t pay it much mind. We had already been hardened to the smell. The road to Leadfield was littered with the cold corpses of honest, hardworking folk. Only men. The bandit gang under Bill Duffy that had taken the town as their sanctuary only killed men. The women they took as hostages back to their lawless sanctuary. It had gone on long enough. A posse of more than fifty men gathered from all over Clearwater County to ride on Leadfield. Many of the group had lost wives and daughters. Myself included.
“You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun”
The marshy ground of McFrilly’s Swamp was obscured by a layer of thick fog. That’s why I was so surprised when my foot sunk up to my knee. I struggled to free myself from the unrelenting mud. After a few minutes of pulling and grunting it proved a worthy opponent. I gave my boot to the earth and slogged through the ground with my sock.
Imagine a city floating on air.
Tens of thousands of giant platforms with hundreds of blimps mounted on the bottom. All connected to one another by small personal tubes. From there they built up. Buildings and towers and houses, all drifting on the breeze. We now bob up and down while winds faster than the speed of sound pull us along the planet’s sky. Bands of color. Yellow tinted hydrocarbon zones run one way and blue tinted methane belts run the other.
This is planet 2A45KT-A or as we call it, Berns.
I opened my eyes to the poorly lit interior of a canvas tent. A woman in a blood stained nurse’s uniform was standing over me with a clipboard in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The air was stale and unfamiliar. I sat up. My mind raced at the possibilities.
“Try to get some sleep” The nurse cooed, “There will be plenty of time for questions when the doctor is in.”
Her soothing voice put me at ease and I let her ease my head slowly back onto my pillow. my eyes shut once more.
Photo by TheRealHershey
He sat down cupping his hands. From the sky it descended like a falling feather caught in an updraft. Back and forth, up and down, left and right, it wiggled and spiral to him.
Life… was hard. A twisted journey full of liars and cheaters. An interconnection of mysterious paths that lead you up and down the choices of your being. My life was no exception. Some claim it’s a gift. Mine was a lump of coal and with every choice I burned my way down the wrong roads.
A drunk mother. An absentee father. A girlfriend that always slept around. A boyfriend who beat me. No money to buy food. Enough money to buy drugs. Does it really matter.
My life was shit.
At my lowest I found myself on the cobblestone street, needle in arm, fear in my mind.
He saved me though.
He too was lost. He too was hungry. He too wandered the streets. He gave me purpose.
I smiled at him and he wagged his tail…. friend and friend… hand and paw… we set out, once again, to explore the world he kept me from leaving.
I love him.
Just a really quick story I wrote based on a picture from the Unraveled Routes Blog:
We all have that furry friend in our lives who gives us a purpose when no one is around… and who, with out us, wouldn’t survive. So make sure you treat them kindly.
Also love the dog in this picture. I want him.