Ben - Chapter Twenty

As she sat and applied her makeup, he lay in a comfortable position as he typed into a mirror-like device that produced symbols upon as he used his springled fronds to interact.

There was a bright and brilliant light and then eyes opened. It took Ben a minute to boot his mind from this wandering path. He lost the image of these two as reality kicked in. Those two odd-lookings, no bun on their bottoms, no ears pointing and flapping. A strange amalgamation of light porous rock, hard and cold shiny rock that hurt to eat and even more to pass from one’s bottom. Dreams and visions came more often.

Could this apparition or vision have anything to do with the large-metal that enchanted Ben’s mind. This that had him consumed. This posh and shiny. He staggered forth as he dragged himself up. A friendly branch would need to wait its reward, for rabbits are not known to feed them in nature. Ben lamented the sanity of this deal as he skipped further along his journey.

As Ben reached in to seek his favourite dry-leaf for a morning time smoke, he saw the package half emptied, as if to have been taken as taxed. Maybe it was this charming yellow-eccentric beast, as beastly as a well oiled car ferry taking a trip to the south seas for a much needed lower back scrub.

Ben’s mind ran with this as he tapped his usual dregs into the filthy fart pipe. He struck the golden match and puffed with desire, sipping the water from a stray tea leaf to provide balance for the lung-blackener he drew in through his protruding incisors.