Pete woke up alone and he was not there.
He smelled the roots of trees; he heard the worms whisper; his foot walked away without him; he sank into the sky; his inside was outside; he saw the sun shine through his navel.
Pete had stars at head and foot.
Paul Negri has twice won the Gold Medal for fiction in the William Faulkner-William Wisdom Writing Competition. His work has appeared in Vestal Review, The Penn Review, Pif Magazine, Jellyfish Review and other publications. He lives and writes in Clifton, New Jersey.
That’s certainly one way. :)
Thanks, Kenny. One way may be enough. :)
Perfect title and such a great set up for the almost whimsical breakdown.
Thanks, Beverly. The piece was inspired by the last woodcut in a wordless novel (all woodcuts), “Passionate Journey” by Frans Masereel