Red
Posted: 21 Dec 2016, 05:00
Red
by Chante Johnson
He sat staring out of the window trying to find the sun and wishing for tears. His end was near. He could feel it.
One day while sun-bathing on the vine, the giants came through on their daily walk to give food and water to the Gardenites. Occasionally, one of them would poke, prod, and examine Red, but mostly they just fed him and left. This time was different. This giant did not just look and cop a feel. Instead, it picked Red up and ripped him from his lifeline. Panicked, Red jumped from the giant’s hands and tried to roll back to his vine. Weeds and sticks cut his supple flesh as he tried to escape. He had his vine in sight, but it was out of reach. Before Red could figure out how to reconnect to his source of being, the giant wrapped its huge, warm hand around him and lifted him from the ground. Overcome with fear and despair, Red was carried away defeated. He did not know what fate awaited him then, but now there was no question.
Red sat in the giant’s home feeling his scarred skin and contemplating his life. He, like the other Gardenite prisoners, tried to understand why he’d been taken. No one had any answers.
Every day, twice a day, the giant would come into the room and choose prisoners to kill. The Gardenites watched in horror as their friends were cut into pieces, sometimes thrown onto hot pieces of metal, and devoured by the giant. They knew they would all meet their end in this way. They tried to find a pattern or understand its reasoning, but there was no way to know who was going to die next. The giant seemed to choose at random.
The prisoners were continually trying to find a way to escape, all except Red. Ever since he was disconnected from his vine, he felt his life slipping away. He was dying already and given the choice, he preferred the quick chop of the giant’s knife to the slow, creeping process of wasting away. He calmly kept his post by the window, and quietly said goodbye to his life.
by Chante Johnson
He sat staring out of the window trying to find the sun and wishing for tears. His end was near. He could feel it.
One day while sun-bathing on the vine, the giants came through on their daily walk to give food and water to the Gardenites. Occasionally, one of them would poke, prod, and examine Red, but mostly they just fed him and left. This time was different. This giant did not just look and cop a feel. Instead, it picked Red up and ripped him from his lifeline. Panicked, Red jumped from the giant’s hands and tried to roll back to his vine. Weeds and sticks cut his supple flesh as he tried to escape. He had his vine in sight, but it was out of reach. Before Red could figure out how to reconnect to his source of being, the giant wrapped its huge, warm hand around him and lifted him from the ground. Overcome with fear and despair, Red was carried away defeated. He did not know what fate awaited him then, but now there was no question.
Red sat in the giant’s home feeling his scarred skin and contemplating his life. He, like the other Gardenite prisoners, tried to understand why he’d been taken. No one had any answers.
Every day, twice a day, the giant would come into the room and choose prisoners to kill. The Gardenites watched in horror as their friends were cut into pieces, sometimes thrown onto hot pieces of metal, and devoured by the giant. They knew they would all meet their end in this way. They tried to find a pattern or understand its reasoning, but there was no way to know who was going to die next. The giant seemed to choose at random.
The prisoners were continually trying to find a way to escape, all except Red. Ever since he was disconnected from his vine, he felt his life slipping away. He was dying already and given the choice, he preferred the quick chop of the giant’s knife to the slow, creeping process of wasting away. He calmly kept his post by the window, and quietly said goodbye to his life.
