02-28-2017, 10:53 AM
She waited, standing alone in the shallow ravine- watching, listening. The ridge took the sun, casting her shadow in a long, lean watcher against the dry, red clay. Her knees trembled, the sting that took hold from each shallow cut was unpleasant, like the bite of several small ants. They dripped now, having accumulated enough pooling blood to do so. Two thin trails of bright, red blood slowly snaked down her cannons like tear trails.
Was it long before he came?
She doesn’t know, it could have been moments or hours, she was helpless and trapped. It was unnerving to rely on chance, to hope someone was near in the bleak expanse of sand and thick red rocks. The terrain had changed so quickly and severely, one moment life, green grass and creeks. Then it was suffocated, suppressed under rolling winds of kicked up dust and parched earth sparsely dotted with plants she would not dare ingest.
The voice breaks the silence, and it nearly breaks her. It is so sudden, unexpected as her eyes search the painted hills that she jerks. A multi-colored face snaps like a whip as she turns to face the danger, stumbling back and away as she moved. Mother would not be so caught off guard, then again, Mother would simply fly away. Ohio can not fly, she can only fall it seems.
“I’m sorry, I just, I wasn’t sure anyone would be here,” an almost question forming in the apology. Why was he here, why were the others here, who could survive in this unforgiving place for that matter?
Regardless she takes his words for sincerity, feeling wanted and intrigued that she, of all, could be needed.
“I am?” This time the question does not falter, it aks and it waits with baited breath to hear a yes, to be reassured.
“I’m Ohio, it’s nice to meet you. Can you, I mean- Would you be able to help me out of here please?” She smiled then, losing the momentary fear of the unknown that had accompanied his initial presence. He was a strange creature but that was nothing new, she traced the curve of his horns with bright and curious eyes.
Was it long before he came?
She doesn’t know, it could have been moments or hours, she was helpless and trapped. It was unnerving to rely on chance, to hope someone was near in the bleak expanse of sand and thick red rocks. The terrain had changed so quickly and severely, one moment life, green grass and creeks. Then it was suffocated, suppressed under rolling winds of kicked up dust and parched earth sparsely dotted with plants she would not dare ingest.
The voice breaks the silence, and it nearly breaks her. It is so sudden, unexpected as her eyes search the painted hills that she jerks. A multi-colored face snaps like a whip as she turns to face the danger, stumbling back and away as she moved. Mother would not be so caught off guard, then again, Mother would simply fly away. Ohio can not fly, she can only fall it seems.
“I’m sorry, I just, I wasn’t sure anyone would be here,” an almost question forming in the apology. Why was he here, why were the others here, who could survive in this unforgiving place for that matter?
Regardless she takes his words for sincerity, feeling wanted and intrigued that she, of all, could be needed.
“I am?” This time the question does not falter, it aks and it waits with baited breath to hear a yes, to be reassured.
“I’m Ohio, it’s nice to meet you. Can you, I mean- Would you be able to help me out of here please?” She smiled then, losing the momentary fear of the unknown that had accompanied his initial presence. He was a strange creature but that was nothing new, she traced the curve of his horns with bright and curious eyes.
O H I O
-like endless rain into a paper cup-