Ben - Chapter Thirty Seven

Rested and still confused, Ben remarried his feet to the ground and resolved not to stray again. This would be a stable relationship. Solid feet to solid ground. He had come this far, so perhaps he was willing to go a little further.

By now, the river had re-energised and thrashed around, as if to shake an angry fist like a honeybee depriving a hungry bear with a selfless and sacrificial sting upon its towering neck. Ben looked back, bowed as a gesture of good will to the defeated river, then turned his head around to catch sight of the prize.

By now, the large and strong metal towered above him to planetary dimensions. The shadow licked his nose like a dancing shoelace and cast upon him it’s own story, filling him with excitement. Debris from the rest of the wreckage lay strewn across the remaining distance, telling a story letter by letter, as if to form the words to the remaining story.

Shattered earth remained evident, transformed rapidly and by inconvenience. The patchy growth, remaining like that of an old monkey’s bottom. Scratched. Forgotten. Unseen. Treasured.

Cautious drops and interspersed the otherwise still silence, that grew in echoes the further Ben slipped and skipped. The missing vegetation and precipitation made more fun the journey towards this giant metal - adding embarrassing dark brown hues to the already tattered blue extrafur.

Ben slid on.