He sat up for a moment, collecting his thoughts among the flattened stalks. Looking down at his right hand, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly as he let out an amused breath. He could still feel the lingering sensation of the electrical shock he'd received over an hour ago as he slowly rolled the tips of his fingers against his thumb. His tongue felt alien - a lump of lead that felt unfamiliar to him as he used it for the first time in over a decade.Pain he could handle - even enjoy sometimes if he was ready for it. Heaven knows how many times he'd had to brace himself. No, it was the sense of betrayal that still stung more than anything else. They took it back, burned up and out in one eye-watering flash of light and pain that left him no longer able to reach out to them.
Excommunicated, he felt hollow inside.
He'd been with them for over twelve years and now he was back home, unceremoniously booted out near the edge of the cornfield that bordered his home.
Unconsciously wiping his still-tingling hand against his pants as he got up, the man trundled towards the single-story farmhouse that still stood in the distance. The corner of his mouth turned up once again as he wondered what on earth he would tell his wife.
Wow... my first bit of writing in nearly a year now. I did this as an exercise to try and stretch my atrophied writing muscles after so long an absence from my own blog (see sidebar).
ReplyDeleteGranted, it's not a commentary on the odd peccadillos of a american titillation juxtaposed against even odder japanese television programming, nor was it a photo-journal of public officials presumably looking to hitchhike.
It was just an exercise.
Try it yourself, sometime. Pick a word and image at random, and craft a quick story to tie them together. I don't promise to read it, but then again, chances are that nobody is reading this blog, either.
I think someone is looking at this thing. . . (although it could just be random hits generated by a bot from Analytics ha!)
ReplyDeleteNot to bring this worthy post "down to earth", but do you recall that Kids In The Hall skit where two disgruntles aliens are complaining about their jobs? One turns to the other and says, "You know, we've traveled billions of miles to probe these people and all we've found out is that one in five don't seem to mind very much."