kaolin fire presents :: writing :: fiction

"IAlwaysGoBackToTheDoor.1"

words

Wondering... does anyone else see them? Does anyone else wonder?

What if, you know? Magic.

Were they always there? Was it a curse? What would a dryad's fetus look like?

I always go back, though some days I feel bad, turn the other way while eating my chips and sub; I'm ashamed for my voyeurism.

What if, you know?

What if everything I imagine is real? Do I torture them with my thoughts? Or did all of that happen despite me? Maybe if I stopped watching them, my life could go on.

I always go back to the door, wondering.