And Stella broke the silence with a momentary whisper.
“I think you need to go stand in front of a truck.”
Pip was not shocked, but rather curious: “Why?” Calmly, this was said.
No, it didn’t make logical sense. But then again, Stella wasn’t a logical being.
“Well, because I think you need to make your life more exciting.”
“But what if I die?”
“Ah, I see.” A sigh followed.
She smiled. When she performed such an action, everything else seemed to blur and mesh together. The surroundings’ colours became enriched; the air cleaner, smoother, a bit colder; time stopped, quickened its pace, and came to a sharp halt. The world circumvented reality, and only fantasies remained present.
But then, inevitably, reality hit him hard.
Although, not as hard as that truck.