(A story from my Book Twisted American Fairy Tales")
Our little friend learns the meaning of life while crossing the road.
The heat misted off the pavement like a fog in the night. The cars passed him without so much as slowing down. A corvette rushed by nearly taking off his head. He stood dead in his tracks for what seemed like forever before he started to move again.
“I’m going to make it,” he told himself. He inched across the pavement slow and steady. Everything he owned on his back. He saw the streak of yellow ahead of him.
“Halfway, no turning back now.” He started to move quicker now. The cars were moving faster and faster. Fear protruded from him like sweat as he inched ever so closer to the other side. Out of nowhere, a cigarette bounced in front of him leaving a trail of hot ash. He retreated into his shell just as a rock knocked him spinning. He rolled helplessly to the other side of the street.
After a while, he peeked his head out and looked around. “Well, I made it.” He headed off into the high grass slow and steady.
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Reviewed by Chance Cas
3/8/2003
A short, first person perspective of life as a suburban turtle.
