The Lizard Drops
Previously: Ash stares at two houses. The one to his right is lit, the one to his left is dark. He knows only one is real, but which one. For the last time, what should Ash do?
Choose the house to his right.✔
Choose the house to his left.
Ch 4: Ashes to Ashes
Stories end. Some linger happy ever after, others snap shut like a trap. Ash’s is about to end. He knows it and wants it to, if it means this night ends too. “Well Sirs, it looks like it’s just me and you. Which do I choose, the house on my right or the one on my left?”
The dogs look up at Ash and start shaking their heads. “Scratching your ears isn’t an answer,” Ash says, swaying. Shaky from the fall, cold wind blows. Some decisions you must make yourself, he realizes. The house on my right is lit. The one on my left is dark. Light or dark, known or unknown. God I’ve got a splitting headache.
Pain swells in Ash’s body, vomit rises in his throat. He runs. Time runs faster. His body burns, each step pains. Eyes tired, closed, he veers to the right and throws his body through the open door. Warmth hits him like a soft kiss. He stumbles further inside, falls on the couch.
Ash rubs his legs, his head, then his eyes. The warm air stifles. “It’s over. This night’s finally over Sir.” He leans back, sinks deeper in the sofa. He feels for Sir and something soft, sticky, warm feels back. “Stop licking my hand Sir. Your breath stinks, even all the way up —” Sir barks. It’s loud, clear like earlier. He’s outside.
Reflexes strike. Ash’s arm reels back. Cushions undulate, the couch swallows him more. Eyes open. The floor moves, walls close in. Hot breath’s all around. Crouched, Sir barks at the open door, like he barked at the lizard. It snaps shut. The room dark, moist. Too late Ash knows. The lizard swallows.
That’s a wrap. Ash ran into the house seeking comfort but found himself being comfort food for a lizard instead. Magical realism’s crazy, right 😉 My thanks to everyone who joined me on this misadventure. More on this later.
But I’ll say this, I wanted to reach this choice – being comfortable vs uncomfortable. It mirrors this experiment. Try it and maybe fail or don’t and never know. Please click the short survey below and share your thoughts or leave a comment.
But first, as promised, here’s my original mission statement, unchanged. Did I meet it?
The Lizard Drops is a tale about choices, well obviously. But less obviously too. We choose the best option we can, in the moment. That choice leads us somewhere. Despite our best reasoning and rationalizing we’re always choosing between the same two things — what we know and what we don’t.
Hope you enjoyed this storytelling adventure. Hope I did too! — October 20th, 2014.
A follow up post will run late this week or next, and I’ll put the whole story together. Thanks.
lizard by pixabay.com
© Chic Prune 2014