Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Romeo and Juliet of the Underworld

Once upon a time there was a ghost girl who could fly. Beneath the full moon, she would sprout wings and take flight under the lunar light.

On this particular night, she took a detour through a forest of trees (just for a new view, a different perspective) and lost control from her extreme speed. She crashed into a towering pine tree, saw stars and fell fast and hard.

When she came to, excruciating pain enveloped her winged ghost body. It was a pain she could vaguely remember from her humanly life (that had ended centuries ago). She laid, broken and battered, shocked that that she was bleeding from her silvery feathered wings.

She found the pain strangely nostalgic and a calm came, directly before immense panic. Convinced that she was actually experiencing a slow death (all over again) she devoted her last few moments in an attempt to make peace with the end of her afterlife.

As she slowly exhaled her last few breaths, a rustling in the wooded brush caught her attention. From the dark forest emerged a trotting centaur. Without slowing his pace, he swept up the injured (and bloody) ghost girl and tossed her onto his back.

Overwhelmed by the circumstance she found herself in (half dead again) speeding through the night on the back of the centaur, she was struck with a comforting thought,

“Well, this has never happened before. I think I can die now.”

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