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.
A lovely story. If only the man knew the effect he was having!
ReplyDeleteThank you, MJ!
DeleteI love the questions this raises, not least of which is - what train?
ReplyDelete"Train, train, take me on out of this town . . . " :-)
DeleteThanks for reading, Wombat!
I do love this - the rumbling stomach being mistaken for a train. This was amusing but I read also the bond between human and beast - the unheard communication. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ramblings! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment!
DeleteHow often we call out for help, only to have it misinterpreted by those we call to. Beautiful analogy.
ReplyDeleteI liked this, so serene and calm, I felt the warmth of the lions companionship.
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