A Mexican Evening

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As she turned away from the city, a small cactus on the horizon caught her eye. It wasn't the largest cactus she could see, but it held a sort of broken determination that touched her. It was bent slightly to the left, possibly a product of a strong wind or just the victim to the games of local children, and had only one branch jutting out awkwardly from its body. It seemed to return her stare and dared her to come closer, as the older saguaros had done when she first left the bar.

Soon she felt her bare feet pounding the earth below her as she ran to the horizon to meet the cactus' taunt. Her arms pumped faster as her speed increased, propelled by a force inside of her that she had not known existed. Winds beat along her skirt, ruffling it as she moved. Her long, tangled hair fell down from its loosely tied bun, flowing behind her as she ran.

Her vision became unclear and she soon lost sight of where she was headed. No longer was there any sense of direction in her, only a need to go farther and farther until she reached her unknown destination.

She didn't know how long she had been running but she soon reached a spot where she stopped suddenly. Dizziness overcame her as her lungs gasped for air. Everything was spinning around her, blending into a medley of colors and shapes.

The stars stretched to become swirling beams of light in the sky, circling around the moon, the center of her kaleidoscope. She fought to focus her eyes on something but eventually gave in and began to spin along with everything she saw.

She began to dance wildly under the diamond sky, to no beat she knew of but whirling to something greater than could be created by an instrument. Her feet danced an unchoreographed step while her silhouette moved along with her in perfect time. Her eyes closed but she could still see the perfection of her surroundings.

With both arms waving free, she spun until she fell to her knees, crumpling to a heap. It was in this position that she sat for a moment or two until she slowly spread her arms and legs, extending fingers and toes as far as they could reach.

She dug her fingernails into the earth, feeling the enormity of it beneath her and clung onto it until morning came.

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Jason T | # September 26, 2008 @ 9:35 AM — Flag Comment

I'm unclear as to what opinion is being expressed. A note to the editors: you have a features page; use it appropriately.

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