Thursday, July 10, 2008


I'm writing...

Tonight I dreamt of us in front of our house in Kansas.

In color.

You were sitting in the rocking chair in the patio knitting a blanket, and I was refreshing wooden fence with white paint. Cerulean sky extended over vast neighborless expanse, all the way to the black line of the horizon. We were being silent as the wind trailed around the trees and chimed chain links of the swing hanging from the tree branch in our yard.

In the next moment I found myself kneeling in font of you, holding your face in the palms of my hands and kissing you warmly and contented like we have our whole lives in front of us. When I, with smile wider than the Pacific Ocean, moved away, you asked:

“Does it hurt?”

And before I could even ask: “What?” I lowered my gaze to my shirt drenched with blood.

* * *

In the morning I could not get up.


suddenly suburban said...

Kansas? Where in Kansas? I grew up in Kansas.

DerzaFanistori said...

Never been there. It was an obscure reference to Wizard of Oz story.
But, nevertheless, I'm quite thrilled that my English is so good you could presuppose I have anything to do with Kansas. :o)))

suddenly suburban said...

ohhhh... okay :)

In my hometown, they have a tourist attraction named 'Dorothy's House' on the grounds of the county museum - a home that closely resembles the home in the film, and has a gift shop where you can purchase things like miniature figurines of characters from the movie, little glass ruby slippers, etc. There are yellow bricks laid into paths all over the property forming a Yellow Brick Road. It's kinda neat. Here's a link if you're interested in looking :)