Clove. Cyclops. Seaweed. Cheese. Fog. Those are the five words I chose as my jumping off point for today's surrealist prompt. Surrealism does not come naturally to me (does it come naturally to anyone without the aid of hallucinogens?) so this was indeed an exercise!
A leprechaun runs barefoot through the stale yellow school bus, invisible but for the tiny footprints he leaves on the windows. Where are his shoes? Confused... A dove clinging upside down to the eaves with eyes wide open, she does not see she is no bat, But he knows what he is: A king scouring the shallows for his seaweed crown bent double with the search, but also with a hug that squeezes the heart a little too tightly wrongly or rightly. Can a floating cancer with a tiny stethoscope and an MD from Cornell free him from said embrace which cheers the soul even as it depresses the pulse? And should it?
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