Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Vision in Words

It was 1000 years ago and everything was different and I was standing on the bridge blowing clouds into the desert. The people of the the sand had spoken for rain, had wished for rain. And I believe in magic so I held out a cloud and sent it across the border into the dunes.

There was a small fish waiting for water, had he waited for one more second he wouldn't have lived. That one drop of water gave him breath and the second drop gave him movement and then he swam in the mudpuddle that the cloud was making.

More clouds followed and there was soon a small pond. It looked like a mirage so no one who saw it trusted the vision enough to come forward, until a small girl named Cassy rested her fingers on it's surface and cleaned the sand from the bends of her fingers.

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