Alexander+Tran

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A Fairy Dream The hills tickle the soles of my feet as I carry myself upwards, step by step, my pants begin to drip threatening the ground it collided with. The edges of my boxers prickle my wet skin, it irritates me so. I reach the railroad tracks with Ib in hand, looking back at her playing with Wanda’s tangled hair. I stare down to see what had dropped onto the top of my foot a strand of green moss from the tunnel water. The tunnel water traveled to the top of my torn jeans as I trembled in the dark abyss. The walls of the tunnel crept closer and closer each time I looked at it. It scared me so. I saw a leaf, floated gently across the tainted water; it looked unprotected yet calm. The scent had changed, the filthy, garbage infused stench was suddenly replaced with a very different aroma, a smell of freshly cut grass, the scent of spring, the sight of bursting sunflowers, and of the leaves beginning to blossom. Suddenly a light flashed itself into my eyes blinding me for the slightest second, then all too quickly the light had vanished leaving as bizarrely as it had came. I was no longer in the tunnel. The fear had disappeared from my mind, the whole environment was different, and the trees were bearing fruit and the flowers as pretty and delicate as a new born baby. Bewildered about the sudden world changing scenery, I gradually regained the fear I once had in the tunnel. Then out of thin air, a small group of floating creatures crept in front of me. The creatures looked like little girls, floating with wings so thin you thought a breeze could make them snap. The fairies sprinkled something on top of my head causing me to float. At this point I didn’t know whether to scream for help or yell in joy. They began to stare at me so intently I thought I was turning into stone, and then they joined hands forming a chain circling around me. They pranced and danced around me humming a tune, until one of the fairies finally sang:

//“Kenney, Kenney, what’s your name,// //What’s your name to get in the game?”// My eyes grew tired, my body grew weak as the song was repeated, the more they sang the less I resisted, I was about to forfeit into their condescending lullaby until I heard it, something trying to break through to my ears. A voice, as it grew louder it began to take shape. It was Jeff’s voice. Just like the time before, a spring scented breeze caressed my face bringing me back on my knees staring at a reflection of my scared face in the tunnels filthy water. “…Kenton! Are you alright?” shouted Jeff at the end of the tunnel. Looking back up to him I shook off the green moss and ran out towards him almost bursting into tears. Something pulls on my pants, it is Ib. Shaking the green moss off the roof of my feet, I walk on until she speaks, “Hey Kenny? Let’s go home.” Shuffling Ib looks down to the rusted rail road tracks. I feel summer’s breeze brush gently across my skin; I trample on pebbles of rock beneath my feet. I take Ib’s hand holding it tightly and walk along the tracks of the railroad putting the past behind. The wind changes, carrying the scent of spring and with it a tune heard by only those who know what to listen for:

//“Kenney, Kenney, what’s your name,// //What’s your name to get in the game?”//