He wanted to know more. He always wants to know more. He asks; he searches; he grapples at rocks and pulls himself to the highest of heights for a better view of, for a new perspective on everything that he wants to know and thereby see. Who he will find when he reaches the top, he never can tell. Until he slips, the lost grip. A friend lurches forward and pulls with all his might. Slap, snap, his elbow cracks under the force and weight of his entire body as it slams helplessly against the mountain’s face.
Charcoal. Atoms. When worlds collide new worlds are born. The girl says, “Hello.” The woman to whom she speaks shrugs her off. “Remember me?” the girl insists. The woman turns and barks, “No.” Without a glance, without a fleeting attempt to recognize, the woman ignores the advances of some fan. The woman had saved her once in a crowded room when the crowd grew loud and rowdy. The girl hangs her head low as she walks away. A loud, “Hey, you!”
This is an exercise in self-determination. Don’t think. Don’t blink. The room grows dark as night falls and aches and pulls at the back of your eyes. Sleep threatens to kill the high. Energy rises from somewhere deep inside the belly of all who are alive. The smoke. The vapor. The bubbles that bubble within the glass chamber. The pull. The ache. When all goes cold you will die, but tonight all you need to do is survive.
[same prompt @ 2 MIN X 3]