Anywhere But War
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
Smashwords Edition
Andrew looked to the banks of the river. It was night. There were probably crocodiles in the river itself, and maybe even a snake or two. He could almost imagine them swimming inside of the water, however he wasn't frightened. He felt down, there was a hardship in his life which made the world a rock that served to crunch down on his back. It made him feel stooped and crook.
Andrew wriggled his nose. He didn't care all of a sudden, he wanted to get to the other side.
“That river's going to bed to my will so that I can make it in the wold!” he warred before he jumped into the water, shoes and all.
Andrew swam. He did so in a hurry. He wanted to reach the other side before a creature caught him, before the world caught him. He raced himself with his heartbeat which he felt thumping inside of his brain. He felt like he had a tumour, but he didn't care. He just wanted to swim. He wanted to part the waters so that he knew he could conquer anything. He swam to the other side, and climbed up the muddy marsh. We was wet, dirty, and stinky. However he had made it.
“Yeah!” Andrew cheered as he looked to the water and watched it ripple as though it had had its virginity broken. 'Yeah!” Andrew cheered as he smiled and then wiped his hands all over himself in a vague attempt to dry his wet clothes and skin. “Now I know that I can do anything!” he cheered before he smiled, picked up a rock, and threw it.