6/27/09

Willard focuses hard to shape his fists. Like trophies, they glisten and wilt with the tide. Willard. He squints hard at his fists, and sees that they are slowly being enveloped by gas. His world is enveloped. By gas. He blindly slings his fists; they crumple on impact with an object. Yellow light leaks through the thick gaseous cloud, and Willard's body feels entirely numb. His sunglasses protect him from the blinding glow. Shudder. Willard breathes, shallowly at first but at last deeper, and deeper, until his fat, thick lungs have grown accustomed to the throttling sensation supplied by the thick air. Willard kneels and prays to God. God removes the gas. Willard's sight has returned; sensations once more available to his frail body, and he weeps with joy and leaps up to greet the world with his new body and feelings. It is time to seek adventure. Willard flies into the air and lands on a wet lily pad. There he sleeps. There he dreams about gaseous clouds and yellow strands of piercing light in the distance, threatening him forever.