Sorry, this is late! The prompts for this one was really good!
Reality is a prison. Where consequences have meaning. Where ideas are restricted. Reality is a chain we all wear, but it chafes for some more than others.
I sat on the Train, my hoodie providing a warm protection from the morning chill. The window was misty, and I drew on the glass with my finger. The window looks like a fish tank almost, dark blue, with varying light and colors. As I looked at the glass it began to warp and bend, like water. Fish jump in and out of view, they sometimes stop to look at me with their unblinking eyes. My thoughts continued to wander. I didn’t notice the other passengers begin to shift away from me. I heard a phone being taken off the hook, the sound of a corded phone. No one had those anymore, except the car monitors. My thoughts snapped into focus and my heart sped up.
I looked around the car, not moving my head, but they all knew I had noticed them. They had seen the fish too, and that was a problem. I cursed my lack of self-control, my desire to think and dream of being stronger than my the dive of my self-preservation. But now, I had to think. The monitor would no doubt tell the station’s law enforcement to come and get me at the next stop. The whole line would shut down, the whole car would be locked until they could come get me.
I glanced at my crummy digital watch. I had two minutes until we reached the station. Two minutes until the literal thought police came for me. I was a rare individual. Specifically, I was classified as a “dreamer”. But there were other types. There were singers, dreamers, feelers, vandals, sculptors, and speakers. We were those that could turn reality into art, and for that we were dangerous. We showed the world that our leaders lied to the people’s faces and for that, we could not be tolerated.
As a dreamer, I could warp the world around me to be whatever I wanted. I pictured a train car as it was, but without the window to my right. I leaned out of the window and pictured a large cargo net stretched across the ground. The train began to slow, and I leaped onto the net, bouncing for a second before plopping to the ground as the net disappeared. I was only a few yards away from the station, and I ran into the nearby forest, my next move unknown.
I might do something with this story in the future. I hope you liked it! I don’t own the prompts above.
