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Dating : First Breath! Flash Fiction

h2>Dating : First Breath! Flash Fiction

Kris Angrakian

Here is the first draft Flash Fiction story for First Breath!, Chapter One of my book Dudebro! The Life and Death of a Modern Gentleman.

NOTE: being flash fiction, it is only about 340 words or so. It describes a toddler sitting in a field of grass in his front yard:

Dandelion taste yellow.

Daisy taste white

and yellow.

Ants go marching, worms are squiggling

in the hot sun (HOT, don’t TOUCH)

They get squishy and wrinkly and I roll them in half.

It’s scary to see and my soul does not laugh, but it feels funny and new.

Sitting in the grass. The blades are cold on my chubby legs.

The blades itch me, so I yank and pull and break the grass.

I stand then sit, stand again and take steps

but my binky drops, then I with it.

Crawling to my binky I feel it brewing and then!

There’s poop in my diaper, I know because it’s warm and mushy and

stinky. But, if I tell Mommy then no more outside.

Only the inside with the carpet and the fuzzies, the sun through the glass making

all the stuff orange and I can’t eat the flowers and squish the worms.

I sit and squirm and squish around, crawl to the shade of the maple’s shadow

and pick up the dirt and rocks.

It feels good rubbing my feet with socks on.

Feel the cool breeze brush me by and

giggle at the kiss of a butterfly

knowing it’s all together, but not knowing why

the sun makes the moon shine and every little thing lines

up in the sky where I stare, get dizzy.

My matter and my mass make sense here, connected to the noises

BEEPING and BUZZING and HUMMING and SINGING.

This symphony of Life commands entanglement.

My head is filled and freed, my breath is cool like

minty gum I cannot eat and swallow, and it rises and falls

like Time does to all and

being so small and purpose-less, what will the lesson Be?

Will I see in my mind

what enters my eye,

appreciate the beauty of every tree or

consider the value of each leaf?

Will I cry in the dark when the monsters appear?

Will I fight and bleed and live and learn?

What will they make me?

Nature and Society?

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