GO. A microfiction / Micro-fiction contest. Prompt: time
Dear friends, I leave it so that, hopefully, you enjoy reading this micro story, which I have written for the contest that promotes each week by @jayna.
Do you know why I try to participate in this contest as much as I can? It's not just because of the possibility of the prize, although that possibility is very exciting, but because it keeps me writing in a format that obliges me to synthesis and, additionally, because I think the contests are great initiatives in Steemit and the entries keep them active. If you encourage yourselves, here are the bases. You will learn a lot and have fun.
I didn't say it before but, competing or not, writing is my garden of particular survival.
I am grateful.
Photo by me
GO
In the hottest hour I entered the Go.
I was five years old when I met it.
Go was in my grandmother's garden. A vegetal labyrinth that opened for me in the forest of the stems.
Above my head, a sky of interwoven flowers, tendrils and leaves. Beneath my knees, knotty roots, wrinkled, fresh and moist earth. There were also the inhabitants down there: earth snails, ants, ladybugs, spiders, mosquitoes, lizards and a lot of digging worms. In front of me, the winding path of weeds and tiny plants that led to Go.
Then I am in the Go.
I enter a vegetable cavity at the end of the labyrinth. My little body crouched there and waited for it to open for me.
Silence. A bird. A cricket. The furtive race of a spider on the silver net that swings on a branch. The thick and humid air. Apricor.
A row of ants walks decidedly with a common objective. I can almost hear their numerous footsteps. I am sure that today they will build a stone bridge on the large anthill at the foot of the mango tree.
Then, I can perceive the slow contraction of my machine made of branches and leaves, made of mud and flowers. My heart is coupled to its vegetable pulse.
And I go through the crack of time.
En mi país hay tortura, desapariciones, ajusticiamientos, violaciones masivas de derechos humanos.
¡Libertad para mi país!
Soy miembro de @TalentClub
Posted from my blog with SteemPress : http://adncabrera.vornix.blog/2019/05/18/go-a-microfiction-micro-fiction-contest-prompt-time/
Dear friend @adncabrera, I loved your story as I moved to my childhood when I went to the garden to live with its wild nature.
It's good to see you here, @felixgarciap! Thank you for reading my text. It's nice to know about another kid who likes to hide between plants.
A hug!
This is lovely and rich, @adncabrera. I love the details you populate into your stories. It makes me want to walk right into them!
Thank you for your reading, @jayna. One of my dreams is to create worlds that have real presence, like some I read. The old dream of many writers: to write like a great writer, hehe...
I'm so glad you liked it.