In a green field, with an apple tree to the right, she grabbed a piece of white chalk and began drawing a staircase in the air. After stepping onto one step, she drew the next. She held onto her hat so it wouldn’t fly away, her long, flowery dress
He sat cross-legged in the center of the room, a crystal resting in front of him. After speaking the words, the crystal began floating at eye level. He said a name, and the crystal shifted, taking the shape of a person. It was merely a container, but for a moment
A homeless man dragged a box into place and sat on it. “Right your wrongs. The wolves are coming,” he said, lighting a cigarette. He heard the words as he walked past but paid no attention. “You’ll see the yellow eyes in the corner of your room,” the man
Light from the window spilled into the room, drawing itself perfectly across the bed. The sun was beginning to set, and the room slowly dimmed. She sat on the bed, hugging a pillow, as the rectangle of light stretched longer with the sinking sun. Outside the window, the first star
She sat pensively on the dock, imagining herself walking across the water. In her mind, she could hear a song forming. She saw herself walking and dancing over the surface without making a ripple. The song took shape in her head—its instruments and harmonies, the high notes and the
Shining with white light, the silhouette of a woman walked across the lake. In the middle of the forest, on a dark night, he approached with a flashlight. The moment he aimed it at her, it flickered, malfunctioned, and died. In an instant, she was standing in front of him,
It was a clear night in the field. He parked his car on the side of the road and lay back on the roof. One star shone far brighter than the others. Legend said it was a god trapped in the sky. The god was meant to endure a million
She sipped her coffee at a round metal table. Her colorful dress brightened the plaza as water from the fountain rose and fell behind her. Suddenly, the air grew dense, and every word spoken by passing strangers began to float. She set her coffee down and opened her book. The
He made it from straw gathered from the fallen leaves of an ancient tree, and sweat taken from the towel of the man who had lied to him. A scar on his face from a childhood fight scared people away, but he had learned kindness from his grandmother—just as
The man flicked his lighter and lit a cigarette. The smoke rose slowly, as if time no longer mattered. He looked at his target for the night, and something in his eyes changed. Around him, there was no one—until the dogs began to bark. It had happened before. One
He lit a cigarette while sitting on the steps of the small house. The day was ending, and the yellow light of the sun reflected off the white mountains. Long hair and a beard, worn boots and old jeans. On the opposite side of the sunset, clouds gathered as a
He walked down to the lake. The sky was clear, the water undisturbed, every star perfectly reflected on its surface. He looked at the small boat on the shore and sat on it. Suddenly, one of the reflections rose from the water. Fully formed, with a human body, it walked