Wednesday, December 26, 2007

First.

Larrisa. Did you meet Magalie?
Alun. I did.
Larrisa. How was it? Did she play for you?
Alun. She did.
Larrisa. Well how was it?
Alun. It was like walking through a path in the forest alone during the late evening. The moon lit the sky above and the branches crisscrossed in a quiet, breathing wind.
Larrisa. The music was like that?
Alun. At first I was not ready to go into the forest, but it was the only path to walk. The forest was too thick to go anywhere else. So I continued deeper into the forest and it seemed like the path behind me erased itself. I could not go back from where I came.
Larrisa. Do you know where you were going?
Alun. That's the thing. I knew there was something in the forest itself. I had to find it. So I started looking off through the trees and branches. I knew there was something out there.
Larrisa. Did you find anything?
Alun. I did find something off of the path. It was a stone like the ones that you would step on to cross a shallow creek. When I saw it, I knew there was something under it, but when I reached out, two tree trunks stopped me short. I tried to wedge my shoulder between the trees so that my fingers barely scratched the ruggedness of the stone.
Larrisa. Did you get to it?
Alun. No, but then Magalie stopped playing and the forest disappeared. The stone disappeared. I wanted her to continue, but she said she couldn't. The music that she played was too dark, like drowning in a pulling current.

Second.

Alun. Why did you stop?
Magalie. This is too overwhelming. I felt like I was drowning in a pulling current.
Alun. Do you need take a break?
Magalie. Yes, but I do not think I can play anymore. Not today at least.
Alun. I was so close to getting to the stone.
Magalie. What stone?
Alun. You didn't put it there?
Magalie. Put what where?
Alun. There was a stone in the forest that I couldn't get to. I know there's something hidden under it, but the trees held me back.
Magalie. What do you think was under the stone?
Alun. I don't know. I'm hoping that you might know. I felt like I was about to discover something about you.
Magalie. I think that stone is yours. Not mine.
Alun. Really? I thought I was going through a forest that you created.
Magalie. That forest was yours.
Alun. Was I drowning you?
End. Current Possession