“Reading what I have just written, I now believe.”
–Louise Gluck, from Faithful and Virtuous Night
At the time it felt like a dream.
One Spring afternoon geocache coordinates took us north an hour and then west for another. GPS dinged we’d reached our destination. Scant undergrowth made it easy to find the two-track. We walked it until there it was, a small silver box, shining in the sun.
It was my turn to pop the lid. A cloud of green glitter engulfed my head. I gasped with surprise, throwing the box down. I wet-wiped my face then and showered at home.
The next morning while brushing my teeth I looked into the bathroom mirror and swore the whites of my eyes had a green tinge to them. By summer leaves grew out of my ears. My skin sprouted acorns. By fall I was myself again.
Reading what I have just written, I now believe I’d been a tree.
Lillian is today’s host for dVerse‘ Prosery. Lillian says:
So for today’s prompt, somewhere in your 144 word or less piece of prose, you must include the line “Reading what I have just written, I now believe”.
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