Maurice Tells Us His Dream

In a field near here’s a pathway cut low into the wheat that leads deep into the center. If you get through it, you’ll see a large rock in the middle. Turn it over – there’s a stream poking up through the surface and a small silver cup on a long chain underneath. Drink from it once, put the rock back, stand up and take the other path out, the one you didn’t come by – past the rusting red frame of a combine, past the gang related graffitied signs in the middle of nowhere. Wonder aloud why they even go there. If you keep going, you’ll come to a fork in the path take the right. If you do it correctly, and you’re lucky, you might see a girl by the lake there in a sweatshirt. Her name starts with something familiar and the worst part is you kill her every single time you see her – nothing personal, you just need to – it’s the strangest urge to strangle that you’re helpless not to not do – it’s just that every time that you finally make it past that bullshit in the fields and all the magic’s lost, you’re tired – it’s the only thing you feel is some desire to go back to bed instead you wander forward and you kill her and wake up just as you remember her name.

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~ by perfectionatrix on October 20, 2012.

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