Little Detail
You have always been good with stories, with the words that compose them. They have always danced to you. They have made the world anew. You have seen it happen so many countless times that you no longer wonder about the stories. They are the fabric of the cosmos, altering the colors of the light cast between the yellow clouds.
You like your words, and the little tree that grows in the back garden. The tree is made from your imagination. It grew there when you thought it would be a lovely thing to have shade to ease the hot summer days. No one seems to question it suddenly appearing. They know in their hearts that it is to be so.
You let the tree grow into what it wants to be. It dreams of other worlds, houses, and time and space merging into one. It creates a portal to other dimensions, a house that is between all your decisions. You can look past all your life choices and decide what path to follow. You decide to keep your words. In a world where you don’t have your stories, you seem happy, but empty. You only now realize what the stories mean to you. You hunger for them. You glimpse at other destinies to have their words nestle inside you, so that you don’t feel so alone.
But you do feel alone. You can’t seem to attach to anything. The stories give you everything, but the words keep you apart. You let your fingers brush against those who walk past you. They don’t stick. They leave a bitter taste of hunger.
You sit in your tree house of worlds, and wonder why one can have all this, yet have nothing. It doesn’t seem right. You wonder if you have missed some little detail, an important one. And you just don’t know.
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Silly me. The words came and took control of the prompt. It wanted to do what it wanted to do without following the guidelines. I was to write a magical realism story in a contemporary style about overcoming a monster in the second-person point of view. Some of it stumbled into the story, but most didn’t. So the stories sometimes behave.
Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day of meaning and connections ❤

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