UnReality
It happened in the oversymbolic woods. It was dark, the tree branches curled and spiderwebbed across the ground, dark leaves creating a soft blanket for them to stumble on. Blankets belonging to sleep, sleep belonging to dreams.
The woods had been a pleasant walk with the evening sun, trees reflecting the bright sky blue, soft and harmless. Then the girl, Little Redhood decided to wander off the path with the Wolf, the wolf in disguise in a black coat, smoking a ciggarette. A Wolf in Disguise. A Wolf Who Was Not A Wolf. She watched the white swirls rise in the air, the quiet, dead air. And the sun sank and the woods became dark.
It was the perfect setting for him to say what he had said. To prod open that door. The one that was hidden beneath cobwebs and secrets and didn't exist. He traced his fingers against the wall, finding the trapdoor that only people who had the trapdoor built in themselves knew about.
She tried to struggle out of his grasp, his arms around her shoulders, strong and insistent. But only because she knew he was holding her back. She sank into his arms, her tears, they would not come. Because she only felt relief, intense relief at being revealed a secret that never existed. They could not look at each other in the dark dark. They would not.
Howdidyouknowhowdidyouknowhowdidyouknowhowdidyouknow?
It was a Small Thing ("Arundhati Roy"). Just a Small Thing. But it held her close to him. And LittleRed knew, he had found the secret passageway. He had won the game.
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The woods had been a pleasant walk with the evening sun, trees reflecting the bright sky blue, soft and harmless. Then the girl, Little Redhood decided to wander off the path with the Wolf, the wolf in disguise in a black coat, smoking a ciggarette. A Wolf in Disguise. A Wolf Who Was Not A Wolf. She watched the white swirls rise in the air, the quiet, dead air. And the sun sank and the woods became dark.
It was the perfect setting for him to say what he had said. To prod open that door. The one that was hidden beneath cobwebs and secrets and didn't exist. He traced his fingers against the wall, finding the trapdoor that only people who had the trapdoor built in themselves knew about.
She tried to struggle out of his grasp, his arms around her shoulders, strong and insistent. But only because she knew he was holding her back. She sank into his arms, her tears, they would not come. Because she only felt relief, intense relief at being revealed a secret that never existed. They could not look at each other in the dark dark. They would not.
Howdidyouknowhowdidyouknowhowdidyouknowhowdidyouknow?
It was a Small Thing ("Arundhati Roy"). Just a Small Thing. But it held her close to him. And LittleRed knew, he had found the secret passageway. He had won the game.
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