Fast Fiction II
This weekend, I dreamt of drinking orange juice from a thermal cup. I ambled through a private wood with my drink, taking in the twilight quiet treescape. Without warning, I came upon a small denizen of the wood.
The bat and I shared a moment of confusion. I offered the creature a taste of my orange juice. It drank deep, wanting more. Perhaps it was a fruit bat, or perhaps it merely took what I offered as good. The bat drank as much as I gave.
I woke up puzzled.
4 Comments:
I guess I shoudl clarify that: 1) this isn't really fiction. I dreamt this weird story this weekend. 2) I did write it in ten minutes or so.
I am really enjoying the fast fiction! A lot! I think it's delightful--whether you did it on purpose or not, I love the words, "maybe it was a fruit bat" hahahaha!
The fruit bat part was supposed to be funny. I am glad it worked!
Remember that bats, assumed to be blind - are privy to a another world of senses, far deeper than the rest of us. Try casting your own sonar out. :)
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