Pure, Simple, Fantastic Part VII.
VII.There is the phrase “…with lives precariously hanging in the balance,” which would seem an appropriate description of Duke and Rock n’ Roll’s situation, were it not for the fact that they were inanimate objects. Their lifeless faces were like Japanese samurai art, frozen in time-locked with an expression of strain, as if damned to forever be engaged in battle. So, in a way their visions of vistas high above the ground were wasted on them, as well as on the gull and its dull, black eyes.
As the wind battered the gull this way and that, Duke and Rock n’ Roll were held above the ground in its claws like potential sacrifices to the Earth. As mile after mile of marshy coastland unraveled beneath them, it was the closest that plastic soldiers would get to the magnificent last few minutes of Stanley Kubrick’s 2001 or the first Star Trek or The Black Hole or some other movie with a fantastical voyage through spacescapes. The earth might as well be an alien planet when seen from the altitude and vantage point of birds.
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Seemingly all the elements conducive to the creation of life breezed by below them at a hurried clip.
And then, in an instant, it was over.
The seagull let out a screeching cry and released the two soldiers to the peril of a freefall. Falling rigidly for a couple seconds, they hit the deserted grey beach with a quick THWIP! Sound, unnoticed by man, hardly noticed by nature. Rock n’ Roll managed to land with his head buried directly into the ground, presenting his olive-green-pantsed ass to the universe. Duke survived the free fall by slamming into the sand on his side, reclining like an ancient Greek would while partaking of dinner at table.
And they stayed there.
Day turned to night, receded to dawn. Shadows of clouds passed slowly by.
The moon at night cycled through phases. Waxing. Waning. Gibbous. Crescent. Sliver. Full. Never cognizant of this manmade presence splintered into the coastline wilderness
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