Kíkélómómí
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The Place We Knew
She walked and walked as her feet gathered more and more dust, her flip flops worn out, back feet cracked, and cackle brown. She had no destination in mind, but as she became more and more surrounded by unfamiliar land stretched out, she was soon aware of her exhaustion, of the dryness in her tongue as her throat threatened to seize altogether. She knew she had to find a place to rest soon, kind people to accommodate her at least for the night. How was this possible? She had only been walking for a few minutes, maybe hours. She had hoped the people she imagined on the other side of her commune existed. So far, she was greeted by deserted lands and abandoned homes that were once someone’s. She continued her journey east or west, north or south. She did not know the difference. At first, the clouds shaped like characters someone forgot to finish painting seemed to dance in the right direction, which she had been following. Now the faces in the sky were mocking her, perhaps for not having a plan. She made out their features by tracing them with her fingers. They reminded her of sleeping infants. The clouds changed their position, pointing the wrong way, resigning, she turned around and began walking in that direction.
By Kíkélómómí5 years ago in Humans
