The Vanishing Act
30 May 2012 03:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timpeltjeAs I am lying in the sand of the surrounding desert, I whistle while grains of sand are blown on top of me, creating a slight tornado around the area where my breath leaves my rounded lips. Perhaps 'tornado' is too strong a word - my whistling just isn't as forceful, I must admit - I don't see a path of destruction behind me whenever I partake in the fine art that is whistling... Mind you, perhaps that destruction is there and I am just selectively blind to notice it.
The dunes around me are slowly adjusting to my presence. They have noticed me, that much is sure. Curiously, yet cautiously, I notice them crawling closer to inspect this stranger among them.
A bit of sand enters the eye of my tornado and drops down into my mouth, causing the whistling to stop and my throat to release a cough. As if they are shy, I see the dunes retreating just a bit. Intruders can be violent, that much they know, but then they realise that there is no real reason for this particular intruder to be violent; I am lying naked among a bed of sand that they have created there. If I were a violent intruder, I'd at least have a knife with me with which I would ceaselessy stab the dunes to death. Of course, I could still be a dormant psychopath, but if that would be anyone's attitude to a naked person lying in their midst, then the world would be a sad place after all.
The dunes move closer, having seen that I spat out the grain of sand, which I assume to them means I'm not attempting to eat any of them. Little by litte, sand begins to cover my limbs. I am whistling again, but the sound is beginning to echo now from the gradually higher and higher sand walls that are simultaneously moveing closer. I can feel the warmth of the sunkissed grains engulf me, making moving more difficult, breathing more tiresome.
The weight of it has turned me immobile. The dunes have given me my rite of passage to become one of them, or at least part of them. My mouth is the last part of my body to become covered by tons and tons of sand. The whistling tornado stops abruptly, my mouth is filled with sand as part of the dunes' final display of their strength.
I smile (mostly in my mind, since physically smiling with a mouth full of sand just isn't classy) and think:
Won't be long now until I am transformed into a millions bits of sand...
The dunes around me are slowly adjusting to my presence. They have noticed me, that much is sure. Curiously, yet cautiously, I notice them crawling closer to inspect this stranger among them.
A bit of sand enters the eye of my tornado and drops down into my mouth, causing the whistling to stop and my throat to release a cough. As if they are shy, I see the dunes retreating just a bit. Intruders can be violent, that much they know, but then they realise that there is no real reason for this particular intruder to be violent; I am lying naked among a bed of sand that they have created there. If I were a violent intruder, I'd at least have a knife with me with which I would ceaselessy stab the dunes to death. Of course, I could still be a dormant psychopath, but if that would be anyone's attitude to a naked person lying in their midst, then the world would be a sad place after all.
The dunes move closer, having seen that I spat out the grain of sand, which I assume to them means I'm not attempting to eat any of them. Little by litte, sand begins to cover my limbs. I am whistling again, but the sound is beginning to echo now from the gradually higher and higher sand walls that are simultaneously moveing closer. I can feel the warmth of the sunkissed grains engulf me, making moving more difficult, breathing more tiresome.
The weight of it has turned me immobile. The dunes have given me my rite of passage to become one of them, or at least part of them. My mouth is the last part of my body to become covered by tons and tons of sand. The whistling tornado stops abruptly, my mouth is filled with sand as part of the dunes' final display of their strength.
I smile (mostly in my mind, since physically smiling with a mouth full of sand just isn't classy) and think:
Won't be long now until I am transformed into a millions bits of sand...
