Longs to Run
by David Bulley
Imagine hurling yourself across January crust, skimming on top, reckless and loud. The bright full moon, slung low over the trees; the ruby blood spread across unbroken brilliant white snow. Think of gorging and fullness and contentment and the steam from your nose sending breath into the heavens, you a part of everything. Dream of life.
Think, next time at the grade-school mixer, when you realize that your childâ€™s teacher has spoken only to fourth-graders for so long she seems weirdly retarded, and the principal is instituting yet another â€œPeace Planâ€ for negotiating and â€œenvisioningâ€ and group problem-solving and anything, anything but fucking goddamned motherfucking stinking reading and writing! Look at cute Susieâ€™s mom all smarmy and stupid, lapping it up. Think, wouldnâ€™t it be nice to smell her fear? Just for a minute?
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"Longs to Run" is roughly 925 words.
David Bulley has published short fiction in Night Train, McSweeneys, Words & Images, Porcupine, Opium, and many other venues. His novel, "Weapon in Heaven", is forthcoming from Cavern Press. He owns and operates Scrawl: The Writerâ€™s Asylum, an online writerâ€™s community. STWA.net DavidBulley.com