I gather my lilac dress into my fingers as I swing my legs over the rusted bicycle I found last two weeks on the side of the road. My eyebrows furrow with concentration and my tongue teases at the side of my face as I force the bicycle to move. The day is bright; the air, fresh;and, the sand, warm. It is almost as if the whole world is at peace. The sun’s rays, mixed with the croaking of hungry frogs and the buzzing of enthusiastic bugs, beats away at my ears.
“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, ..” I sing quietly as the bicycles pushes onward with ease.
My heart ruptures with happiness and with each utter of an alphabet, laughter escapes me, “h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p…
I ride away from the disintegrated pieces of life trapped within my house as I hum the rest of the song.
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The leaves of solemn trees kiss my shoulders and my back as the wind tickles my neck. Within minutes, I am before the brown lake–its sunken borders littered with tree trunks and branches. Desperate, I hop off the bicycle and slip off my slippers. I stand awkwardly with my bare feet pressing into the aged soil, debating if whether or not to jump in.
"I don’t care..” I say
and not a moment too soon, I leap! FREE and WARM. The mud swallows my hair first, then my shoulders, then the rest of me—my white dress. It seeps into the fabric with its color, resilient and obnoxious. I plug my nostrils quickly, and doing somewhat of a waddle, find my way to the bottom, amidst arrangements of decayed branches, trees, and dead animals. I peek the sun nodding its approval through the gloomy surface and I laugh. I laugh and laugh and laugh— until I taste nothing but mud and my eyes burn with tears.