This is an actual stream of conciousness type write. With inspiration also drawn from the photo for Fandango’s flash fiction challenge.
Music: All Them Witches – Lost and Found EP (can be found here on youtube if interested)
When I was a kid I liked to imagine my life somewhere exotic, in times and places far away.
I was Esmeralda, dancing in the hot breeze. I was Ariel, venturing beyond the realm of known. I was a power ranger, saving the world one swipe and swoosh at a time.
I was anything and everything: a paper bag carrying Superman’s groceries; a walking stick leading a great adventure.
I was taught, and well it seems, that I was only an accessory.
I was a compliment and a burden.
I was helpless when all I wanted was to be a hero.
I was worthless, a string of fake pearls snatched from Ms. Scarlett’s neck.
I was scattered, a faded news piece, irrelevant before my ink dried.
But all I dreamed was of being a hero, of saving the world one crisis at a time.
And maybe on the weekends I could still be Esmeralda, dancing under the moon.
