The meadow was on fire. Flames started abruptly, anywhere, in various patches. Their color wasn’t yellow, it was white. The meadow had several stones laid down on it, forming a path and a small sitting area. Flames would form on the grass between the stones, but never on the stones themselves. The sky was dark, and everything was tinted in blue.
I ran as fast as I could, collecting my items scattered across the grass. The grass was green, bluish green with the light, but yet I thought to myself, “This may be an event of spontaneous combustion considering how dry the plants are.” I picked up my laptop cable which was already in a small flame. I panically tried to extinguish it by tapping the cable to the ground. “I hope it’s not broken,” I said to myself. I couldn’t find my laptop.
Suddenly I noticed a soldier in the viccinity. That soldier again, I had met him before. His uniform indicated he was a World War II soldier. The soldier was going to a log cabin that protruded from the hill. The door was large and round, and it had red and blue checkered pattern on it. The soldier knocked the door hardly, but nothing happened. It stayed shut. Somehow I knew, he was looking for his lover.
The log was above my level area. So there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t permitted to go inside yet. To open it, one had to acquire the key from the gnomes who lived in the next cabin. The cabin was just like the first, but less colorful. It was the cabin I was headed to, all running and panicking. I wanted to put my burned items there before I searched for more.
The soldier had to know that the gnomes in my cabin held the key, because after failing, he went straight to it. He arrived before I did, and knocked the round door hardly. It opened, and showed that its inside was divided into two levels, a higher half of circle and a lower one. A gnome was standing on the higher half. To my surprise, he was large, maybe even larger than me. He’s just shaped like an ordinary gnome. He wore long pants with straps and a shirt with long sleeves and vertical stripes. His clothes looked old, and they looked like something a lumberjack would wear in children’s stories.
The gnome parted his mouth but didn’t produce any sound. Perhaps he was about to say something to the new guest before the soldier stopped him. The soldier had pulled out his small caliber gun and put it up, right in front of the gnome’s face. “Where is the crystal key?” he asked. “I need to find my girl!”
I ran as fast as I could, collecting my items scattered across the grass. The grass was green, bluish green with the light, but yet I thought to myself, “This may be an event of spontaneous combustion considering how dry the plants are.” I picked up my laptop cable which was already in a small flame. I panically tried to extinguish it by tapping the cable to the ground. “I hope it’s not broken,” I said to myself. I couldn’t find my laptop.
Suddenly I noticed a soldier in the viccinity. That soldier again, I had met him before. His uniform indicated he was a World War II soldier. The soldier was going to a log cabin that protruded from the hill. The door was large and round, and it had red and blue checkered pattern on it. The soldier knocked the door hardly, but nothing happened. It stayed shut. Somehow I knew, he was looking for his lover.
The log was above my level area. So there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t permitted to go inside yet. To open it, one had to acquire the key from the gnomes who lived in the next cabin. The cabin was just like the first, but less colorful. It was the cabin I was headed to, all running and panicking. I wanted to put my burned items there before I searched for more.
The soldier had to know that the gnomes in my cabin held the key, because after failing, he went straight to it. He arrived before I did, and knocked the round door hardly. It opened, and showed that its inside was divided into two levels, a higher half of circle and a lower one. A gnome was standing on the higher half. To my surprise, he was large, maybe even larger than me. He’s just shaped like an ordinary gnome. He wore long pants with straps and a shirt with long sleeves and vertical stripes. His clothes looked old, and they looked like something a lumberjack would wear in children’s stories.
The gnome parted his mouth but didn’t produce any sound. Perhaps he was about to say something to the new guest before the soldier stopped him. The soldier had pulled out his small caliber gun and put it up, right in front of the gnome’s face. “Where is the crystal key?” he asked. “I need to find my girl!”
-April 18th, 2015-
