Just Outside of Kansas: An Update
Just Outside of Kansas She wanted to wear the ruby red slippers with the kitten heels because their tapping echoes could slice through the silence of the dimly lit room littered with yoga mats. She wanted to click her heels together to announce her self as she waded through sweating contortionists balancing and breathing in lycra-clad symbiotic communion. Root tendrils crept then burrowed into the floor through the wood and concrete to the compacted earth below - they perched on single tree trunk legs and stretched their fingerling branches toward realization. She could only think of her scarlet slippers and the way they cupped her sore feet while she step-ball-changed down the yellow road looking for home. Golden eagles exploded across the cold sky like arrows to the clouds piercing the arctic blue of enlightenment, only to fall short of the sun. But those blood-red sequined slippers repelled witches and other terrors of the dark wood...