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The Green
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I looked around me and there stood “Super Dude”, as everyone called him. I really can’t say why he is called that, but that’s what they call him. At one time, he was very handsome with muscles protruding from every nerve in his body. It was often said that no woman could resist him, I don’t know about then, but now he wasn’t much to look at. His super suit was ragged and torn. His face was all cracked and dry. His lips looked as if he had not hand a drink of water in ages. His once bulging muscles were now flabby and dull. His had had not seen a comb or brush in a very long while. He did not look like a super hero of any kind. I was about to walk away when he looked at me and yelled, “You! How dare you show your face around here after what you did to me?” I just stood there in total shock. I did not know what he was talking about and I was not going to hang around to find out. I turned around and began to run full blast. I had been running for awhile before I turned and looked back to see how close he was. Either I was a very slow runner or Super Dude had only lost his looks. I ran. He ran. I ran. He ran. Coming up closer and closer, was a thick, massive wall. There was no outlet. There was no where to turn, no where to go. I was at a total and complete loss. As the wall began to grow bigger and closer, a bird like figure swooped down out of the sky reached down and grabbed me. My eyes were closed. I was too scared to open my eyes even to blink. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes and looked around. I was high in the air. Flying, I was flying. I looked to see who was holding me. It was Super Dude. He was again handsome with every single muscle bulging. This was not the person that I had met earlier. HE looked good, very good. I started to speak, but he told me not to. We flew for sometime. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sites. I sat on the edge of the chair wondering if what I had just been through happened or was it just a dream? I looked in my hands and a piece of cloth was in my hands. On the cloth were the letters S and D. “It didn’t really happen,” I murmured as I laid my head on the back of the chair and drifted to sleep. |
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