fff#47

here it is... 400 words including dirt, hurt, curt, flirt, and an orange. i also wrote this with a little special twist for the few who will understand each and every referenece. consider this a shout out to the boys of 3 canal and anyone who can see the rain. enjoy.

pay dirt! after what seemed like lifetimes of searching, i finally discovered the location of last piece of the trinity. the truth was i had spent only a short while looking for the trinity but the thirst its presence created in my life proved greater than expected and consumed my world. the people in the village had asked me not to go; some wanted to make the journey together, but i knew the trip was mine alone. i had to be very curt with my family to convince them that i needed to complete this mission not just for me but for the millions (the tens of millions). it was eight at night when i sang a song for billy as he fell asleep and five, five, five in the morning as i ran out the door.

i knew the journey would be damn near impossible, but this was an emergency and i’m a survivor; like the sun in the morning it was my turn to rise up. i had been faced with many a grave situation in my time but none quite as dangerous as this. a constant flirt with danger, i felt oddly like i was in my element as i crossed the borderline and started the climb over the mountain. it was half way up the mountain when i got hurt but there was no time to send for the doctor or turn back; the trinity was near completion. all i could do at this point was rub some salt on my skin and hope the wound wouldn’t become infected.

as i made my way down the other side of the mountain i found a small orange grove not a hundred meters from the blue, blue sea. i grabbed an orange from one of the trees and sat as i pondered how to continue my journey. i needed a boat. i had to build one. a couple of orange trees and some conveniently located vines later a boat was created. i paddled furiously through the water; the last piece of the trinity was close now and i could feel it. piti, pata, piti, pata; my makeshift oar went through the water faster and faster. i floated over the spot where the final third was located and dived deep in the blue sea. when i surfaced i had found it. the trinity was complete: peace, love and possibility.

...and thats the end of that story.