X Beats the Devil


Herbie ran as fast as his little legs would allow. He ran so fast that the bumbling bumblebees couldn’t keep up with him, nor the scuttling spiders or the fledgling field mice who had been drawn to her song and now to his. With that incy-wincy nose of his, he sniffed out the scent of cotton candy that drifted through the summer air. It was warm and sugary, and although he wasn’t sure if he would like it or not, he wanted to taste it more than anything, and not just that, to catch a glimpse of the sights and sounds wrapped up in the magic of this sublime new smell. He was a hamster possessed; not only by her song but now his own. Hot on his tail, X ran with her arms held out either side of her in an attempt to catch the sun. It wasn’t falling, and yet she felt that if it did, she had it in her to scoop it up and throw it back into the sky. Inside of her, it felt as though the circuitry that for so many years had been defective was now rewired. She’d never been broken, but she had been a trifle disconnected. Not now, though. Now she was snatching at the dandelions that were floating about in the breeze; she was flapping her arms as if they were wings, and as she flew through the field of green in pursuit of Herbie, her laughter was enough to draw out the animals that had been watching from afar. Coming up close behind her, they cried out in delight, for the scent of cotton candy was as real to them as it was to her.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

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8 replies »

  1. I love reading about X again!

    And thank you for saying “cotton candy.” A Picnic in Oblivion is my cotton candy piece, and I remembered it thanks to you!

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