The following was written for Anonymous Legacy's VisDare #30: Basking. It is 137 words, done very quickly (about 20 minutes) because I need to get to sleep. As always, please leave me comments. I enjoy reading them.
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A Discussion on Bronze
For decades, he dreamed of having a friend who would linger
with him as others bustled by. The
constant stream of passersby made him feel both gawky and invisible. One day, a
man walked near. The bronze lion, having poor peripheral vision, only caught a
glimpse of the slightly hunched man before this stranger began to climb up his tail.
Even though the lion was quite old, the pressure of footsteps didn’t bother him
a bit. In fact, he thought to himself, I
might purr, if I could. As the man sat on top of his cool, flowing mane, his shoes rested lightly on the lion's proud brow. They sat in silence, but to the
lion it seemed like a much-longed-for conversation. He managed a quiet rumble
deep within. The man glanced in the direction of the train.
