Fat Of The Land (A Short Short Story)

You wake up to sweat beading on your brow and sun beating on your face. You are laying in a ditch and your body ached and felt numb. You just look up at the sky, contemplating the real questions of life. Why didn't I fuck a teacher in college? Why did I ever bother voting? Why didn't anyone ever give me better advice? Why should I have to pay for my parents funeral?

You stand up and try to think more deeply about the situation you're in, but you can't because your head is throbbing now. You walk to the road and see not a soul in sight. You walk across the road into a field, your color is green. You have an elegance about you as you walk through the field. You feel more alive than you have in a very long time. It almost feels like a gift, but you know it's not and you wonder who else is there.

You get near to the edge of the field where it meets the woods. You look down at your feet and they are covered in mud, now your color is brown. At the end of the field there is a river that cuts into the woods. You look into the murky waters, and feel scared. You should be. You start following the river north, you don't care where north leads to, you just want to get north of where you are.

You make your way through the foliage of the woods following the river moving very slowly like a giant sloth through the Brazilian jungle. You feel sensitive to your surroundings, and you feeling like damning the world for doing this to you. You are a human being now forced to wander through a decidous forest looking for something you can't find and you don't know what it is anyway. There's a clearing in the woods like a sanctuary elephants migrate to in the fierce African jungle of the Congo. The clearing looks so familiar, you've been here before.

Now it's starting to get dark and you don't have much time to get yourself out of this city of forestry. That's when it happens. Thrak! Thwck! You go down to the muddy ground next to the river. Your head is just absorbed with instant pain. You've been struck in the head. You can taste blood and dirt in your mouth. Now red is your color.

Your eyes instantly become very heavy and you become very tired. Your eyes hurt too much to open. You don't see your surroundings, but you hear voices. There are people next to you, they sound distorted to your ringing ears. You can make out the pitches of the voices, but the words you can't. Are they Angels or Demons you think to yourself. You know what they are. They are the ones who did this to you.

They are the consumers of life. They are the fat of the land. They can't understand beauty in the world, so they rape and pilage their way through life. They are the consumers, they are the financers, they are the fanatics, they are the controlled. You think to yourself, Why can't people leave me alone? What did I ever do to deserve this? It is no matter now, you feel the presence of doom as you lay there bleeding. You're just another victim in a world of institutions and madmen. Christianity through all its proclamations, can't and won't stop your suffering. Everything gets silent, and your body becomes tense. Your conscious fades. Now black is your color.

You wake up to sweat beading on your brow and sun beating on your face. You are laying in a ditch and your body ached and felt numb. You just look up at the sky, contemplating the real questions of life...