Stool is bending under his weight. His tiny legs on each other. Fat stomach squeezed in the dark tuxedo. He’s playing like he has eaten all the knowledge. His brown and yellow violin like an airplane is buzzing without a rhythm or a beat. After the concert, he went up the stage followed by the curious looks of the audience. He bowed in an action we would call a “falling elephant”. The breathless of laughter audience inhabited the stage with flying tomatoes and eggs. His dark suit, after the painful assault of the red invaders, matched his face from which you could clearly see SHAME.
Old man turned his bald head as he heard a loud puddle splash.
“Ni- Nic- Nice to meet you.” said slowly the approach, taking deep breaths after every word.
The elder looked closely with the side of his eye. Seeing people in strange costumes wasn’t a strange thing at all, but a costume covered in pure bronze.
“It’s not carnival, y’know?” he asked with no feeling in his voice.
The bronze guy only crossed his legs and put a hand on the bench. His chest, like a frog, was going up and down. He stood still.
“I missed my train.”
Two pairs of boots with satisfaction heard the snow creak.
“Come on! Keep the pace!” shouted Luka as he saw his friend stumbling in the huge layer of snow.
“I - I can’t”
Just as Luka was about to shout back his torch light moved. The world started grumbling. He quickly turned his head as the flame flickered and then went out. An avalanche of rocks threw Marcus off the edge. Terrified boy looked as his companion was blindly brandishing his hands before hitting the surface with a very loud impact. Luka could only lay on the ground holding his stick and stabbing the snow with it.
“So how was your day, sweetie?” asked dad.
He was a great guy but that wasn’t the question he should be asking. He was with me the whole day because it was summer and since there was thunder so we went to the Cinema to somehow “entertain” ourselves on a day like this. He steadily moved on the road. Cars next to us blurred and sped like demons
“I just-” I could not finish. Silence. The world turned around. Orange flames swam in through the windows. People from the houses nearby, still in their pyjamas, started approaching. Red icon on the steering wheel was slowly fading out...
Maya looked at John with her eyes watering. Her glance penetrated John’s insides. He could feel it. His hand rose with the cold wind. John aimed at the bag and - WHOOSH. The bag flew up in the air and stayed in position rather described as supernatural.
“Why you, you did nothing wrong.” whispered Maya.
Suddenly his hand wiggled. The terrifying sound of his bones cracking overheard his screaming. Maya stared coldly at the boy. A white beam streaming from his hand magnetized the objects to him. Maya couldn’t do anything but watch her body getting dematerialized into shapeless gust of matter.
John sped across the street with muscles and veins in his legs pulsing. The small box was thrown all around his bag. His sweat pouring down his face. He looked around and found a shiny white USB under his balcony with Maya next to it.
“What happened?” she asked, touching the sweat on his face.
After taking a bunch of deep breathes, he opened the bag and pulled the box out.
Her face turned white as chalk. Maya grabbed his shoulder and scrunched it very hard.
“I put my hand in the box and felt something cold” said John.
“You’re one of them!” whispered Maya rapidly backing off.
“Madam, I don’t think we can remove this plant,” said the gardener to the old Lady Margaret, “we have been poisoning it for three months, but the spot just grew and grew.”
Just as he said that the plant moved and rapidly shot out another branch like a pistol hurtling bullets.
“Got the poison ready, shall we begin?” asked one of the workers.
“No, definitely not.” said Lady Margaret.
All the gardeners’ glances shot at the lady. She moved to the plant, and slowly gave it some water.
Suddenly the slimy, green goo spilled out of the plant and automatically dried.
“They call it the poisonous plant.”
The gorgeous sky fading above the mountains, covered by a snowy blanket, like an eagle watching his prey. Green meadow of high topped trees, shelters for other animals, paradise for plants. Coyotes and birds singing their songs from the tops and announcing that the concert has begun. Slow and light wind going through the fingers and hair like a flood rushing through the forest, and slowly singing like a street singer. Beauty of the nature taking every single breath in your lungs and turning it into an amazement.