Let us sit here for a second , right here on top of this lush hill.
Pause, for a moment and think about life and what we want to do – explore how we feel.
Lie down ,sprawl out our arms and legs like star fish and gaze up into the sky.
Cloud gazing- can you see we reflect one of those red dwarf stars, we can see at nigh?
Let’s see what we can find in our future before the clouds pass along.
They move far too quickly, our imagination needs to be strong.
We don’t always have to live in the ghetto.
We could pack up our bags and travel the world , live hand to mouth with a more energetic flow.
Learn different languages, eat fine food, dive off cliffs into the ocean – wanting to live and win.
The reason very much different to how you wanted to end it on Hollin’s lane on the island of ‘Gyve inn’.
Second by second is passing us by.
We could get a move on – leave all this materialistic waste lying just here.
We just take ourselves and book a flight to anywhere -all we need is our combined heart and minds to see things more clear.
What a great game. You do an excellent impression of a sheep, mon cherie.
Okay my turn ……
Arms prop up on elbows, Blonde curls and a mouth seemingly dipped in honey,
looks at the man and those bee sting lips are guarded by all seeing drones.
What is the matter, my little sparrow?
You look at me with such warrant arrest,like we have only just met – you look straight past me like I am not even here. Of course we can stay in touch with our loved ones and take our cellphones.
‘I have a game”, says she, eyes dark, exposing true twinkling stars.
The man forgets to breathe his head fully intoxicated like he has spent the day tumbling out of various bars.
“Walk over to those sheep – there! and I will tell you then what it is you next have to do.”
Slightly fazed but not wanting to show it – he heaves himself up and approaches the sheep with a hesitant brazenness-
“Erm well – hello to you and ewe.”
He turns around to listen to the next part of his task.
His little buttercup opens her mouth , urging him on to stroke the sheep.
Hesitatingly, he laughs when he starts to pet one and it lets out a great bleep.
Laughter emanates from the couple, meets in the air, merge -dancing cheek to cheek -finally a caress.
The lady starts to announce she has something she would like to address.
Obligingly, the man will hear anything she wishes to confess.
“It’s all very romantic this talk of living a better life.
‘I can see it happening -‘
‘Yes, I can see this happening. Me standing next to you – I would love to be your wife.”
The man continues to stroke the sheep ,looks at the tufts falling away in his hands , looks down in horror.
Lady continues –
“if you were as half as good at taking action than talking like you are the confirmed lead in every conceived theatre production of tomorrow…
I look around and see trees but alas, no money.
It’s all very well to sit and fantasise with you, when it is bright and sunny.
Well, I see a much truer future with you – you have such a skill,indulging on your feet.- even if you are slightly heady and staggering.
I foresee a better future for us -one with more purpose – by all means continue with these notions of yours- not in part but as a full time career in wool gathering.”
*TRYING TO INCREASE MY VOCABULARY*
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SPECIAL THANKS TO LINDA G. HILL’S #soCS -always inspiring.
This, like all my work, is mostly free flow writing. I don’t really do much planning when I write.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “second.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!