I learned she hadn’t told me everything the first time I visited a dome. It had take me so long to squeeze through the crack in the wall of the dome I’d left, but the wall of the dome I visited was paper thin. In one step, I was inside.
The inside was filled with neat houses, arranged along streets. Well kept lawns, flowerbeds, big cars and trucks in all the driveways. All the people dressed similarly, had similar haircuts, and similar behavior. It was like where I’d come from.
But the dome’s wall was covered with black, painted letters. The way the people in that dome felt about everything they hated, or didn’t understand, or were afraid of, was painted on the wall of the dome.
It was an insight I didn’t want.
I went back outside, where it was safe, beautiful, and those hatreds and fears were gone.
Part 11 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.
The girl laughed. “I have to tell you the rules.” She tapped me on the shoulder. “You can walk right through all the walls to all the domes. They don’t really exist.” She laughed. “People think they do. People think they’re safe inside their worlds. Protected from the evils and dangers outside their controlled, managed lives.”
“The domes aren’t solid?”
“Nope. They’re imaginary.” She put her hands on her hips, “Except for the one you first came out of.” She shook her head. “That one’s real.”
“I can’t go back inside?”
“Nope. You can never go back to what was. That’s the past. It’s forever gone.” She looked around, at the other domes, “But imagine this. You have the possibility of exploring everybody’s domes!” Then, she walked into a nearby stream, and walked down it’s middle. “Go explore, you! Have fun!”
And she was gone.
Part 10 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.
I wandered between the domes for days without finding another person. I found everything I needed to live, animals, fruit, vegetables. Life was everywhere. People weren’t.
After a few days a girl showed up. Her clothing was worn out, and she was caked with mud, and dirt. But her face and eyes told me she was happy. She smiled, “A newbie!”
“You’re new here.” She giggled. “I wonder if you’ll play with the people in the domes.” She pointed at a couple. “I like to play with them,” she twirled like a ballerina. “It’s great fun.”
Her smile was devious, “Yes! Fun!” She laughed, “I visit a dome, and act like the people inside for a while. Then, I do things that break the rules inside the dome. It drives people nuts.” She held her finger to her lips, “Shhh. I’m not supposed to do that.”
Part 9 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.