Creative Expression, Writing

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“Y’alright, kid?”

The deep, southern drawl roused me to consciousness. I sat up slowly and a soft, involuntary groan escaped my lips. I looked around at the lush green field–far removed from the concrete steps I was sure I’d slipped on a moment ago. The grass was much taller than anything I’d ever seen breaking through the cracks in the pavement.

Was I in a wheat field? I must have been dreaming, because there were no wheat fields in my bustling city.

“Kid? Cat got’yer tongue?”

I looked up into the face of an older gentleman, maybe a bit younger than my dad. He frowned at me with a sour expression, but his eyes looked soft and concerned. I didn’t know this man, but I trusted his annoyance was only for show.

“What is this place?” I muttered, placing a hand to my aching head. I didn’t think you could feel pain in dreams.

“Don’chu know?” His voice sounded gruff, but tinged with worry.

I shook my head. I tried to stand up, but my legs faltered and I collapsed back to the dirt and grass. “How strange.” I’d had lucid dreams before and usually, once I’d realized I was dreaming, nothing could stop me.

I turned my face up to the bright blue sky. The warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze felt real on my face. “I’ve never had such a vivid dream, before,” I mused as I lay back in the grass. The young wheat stalks were just high enough to hide me from the rest of the world.

“Dream?” The man’s feigned agitation gave way to open concern. “Kid, I think you must’a hit yer head pretty hard, there. You sure yer okay?”

My eyes slipped closed and I inhaled the scent of fresh cut grass and tilled soil and summer. “Yea,” I hummed, relaxing into the comfort of the earth’s gentle embrace. “I’m doing just fine.”


I’ve been trying to write more. I’ve been trying to do more of anything creative, anything to reconnect to the person I used to be. The last few years, I’ve been so preoccupied with survival and what I can do to enjoy a comfortable life in the future, I completely forgot to spend some time living the life I have now.

So enjoy this little piece of flash fiction I’ve been sitting on because I’m a coward.

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