TUDAWR 13

TUDAWR



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Setting: Up on a branch, up in a tree, up on a hilltop

Characters: me, her, the Wind, the universe



"Do you remember the last time we were here?" I asked with my feet dangling precariously over my branch-seat.

The Wind replied "No, no I don' remember. In fact, I don' even know who you are. There are so many of you these days I can barely make any friends anymore. I used to remember better times, but nowadays there are so many of you I can barely make any friends anymore".

"Wind, you're not making any sense" She told the Wind in a calm and understanding voice. "You are so silly sometimes".

"I know" gasped the Wind. " Mmmhh" (inhale), "aaaaahhh" (exhale), "I knowwhhhhh" howled the Wind.

The Sun was beginning to set at our backs. From a distance, the contour of our bodies was indiscernible against the  branches of the Tree. Our feet dangling bare against the Wind. Our eyes still-set into the flaming skies of dancing rouge and burning orange. Our hands gripping the hard coarse surface of our weathered flora-host. My mustache bristling with life. Her long white hair dancing aimlessly.

"Hey Wind let me ask you something, and be honest with me. That time you told me I had a nice whisper, did you mean it, or were you just saying that?'

"Listen son" he wailed back at me. "Listen to me, listen to the Wind".

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"That's not an answer!" I said a bit disrespectfully.

"Yes, yes it is. You just don' understand it" the Wind said to me. "Tell him what I meant" he told her. "Go on don't be shy" he jeered noticing her hesitation.

"Hee sehz youh hav ah whonderfhull whhuispehr" She said,  her lips barely moving. She was at least three branches away from me, but I could hear her clear as day.

The Wind had carried her words to me, His words.

"Who are you again?" said the Wind with real doubt in his blow.


The Universe remains