Last Night

I never noticed the world in my backyard. Perhaps it was because of all the weeds which I'd see looking out my window. Unwilling to venture out beyond the concrete slab of my patio, I kept myself out of touch with it's divinity, until last night.

I received a text message on my cell phone, only moments before my bedtime. "Have you ever eaten a magic apple?" it read. Thinking back about the apples I have consumed over the course of my lifetime, I concluded none of the three had been magic. My reply was a simple "No".

Another message came instantly, "Come out and visit me. I'll take you to the apple." Two questions ran through my mind with regard to my imminent reply. Who and where. I made my choice of what to say, at the time not realizing the one would bring the answer to the other in time. I sent back my response, "Where?"

"In your backyard," came the message, "Three messages is my limit."

Of the three messages received, the last was the most unusual. I had seen out into my backyard several times and knew nobody was there. It was also curious that a limit was imposed on the number of messages. Perhaps they chose to only send me three or perhaps it was impossible, for some reason, for them to send me more.

I thought about it for a while before setting forth on my journey. I walked out onto the back porch and glanced around. Nobody was there. I walked out into my weeds, like an expedition through the Amazon. And there it was. A world unnoticed until now.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Be fertile and die,
Clayburn