Ernest Hemingway Bust, Николай Максимович, Google Maps
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019
I had this dream once. I saw a sky bluer than anything I could imagine. This blueness was sublime, as if my eyes had been painted with a new palette. To meet such an artist filled me with desire, I think.
I know the sun shone brightly in this new sky. I stared at this sun for ages without burning my eyes. This sun that was directly above me as if I were laying down, yet I knew I was upright. I couldn’t feel my body though, only my head… my shoulders, which now seemed widened by experience. Such sensations as these never occurred in dreams.
Refocussing on this amazing blueness, I watched it expand the world around me. Near and far I experienced the intensity of this new colour, this new life. To remember more I began writing like never before. I would love to know if I finished.
View from Ernest Hemingway’s Statue, Matthias Hering, Google Maps:
View of Ernest Hemingway’s Statue from afar, Roberto Cabezas, Google Maps:
The above “Talking Statue” story was written in response to the What Pegman Saw prompt, which this week took us to:
You are warmly invited to the Inlinkz link party to read other globetrotting contributors’ stories inspired by this week’s prompt.