Boo
for Beelzebub
11-17-2024, 03:14 PM
His paws pounded the tall, lush green grass that reached up to graze his chest.
He smiled widely at the feeling of adventure swelling in his chest. He looked over at his sister, watching as she bound toward the little adventure they had found before themselves. There was at least a few hundred feet now between the two and the safe den they had left behind.
The security of it all, the thought Mother could just run over at any time and save them, made him run even faster. What’s just over this hill or between those trees? Bub needed to find out.
Suddenly, the grass felt like it could swallow him. He didn’t know if they had just kept running straight, or if they had fallen to the left or the right. They were racing toward an unknown territory. Instead of letting the feeling of discovery beckon him further, he began to panic. Bub had felt fear before, when thunderstorms had cracked across the sky.
Mother always told him that was just their god, cleansing the earth of what had been sullying it. He imagined curling his body down in the warm dirt against her, hearing her explain away all of the evils that troubled him. She would fix this. He looked back in the direction he thought Mother had been, but she was nowhere on his horizon.
He stopped running and called out to his sister.
“Wait! Asta! Where’s mother?”
He turned to see Asta, finding only tall grass surrounding him on every side.
He smiled widely at the feeling of adventure swelling in his chest. He looked over at his sister, watching as she bound toward the little adventure they had found before themselves. There was at least a few hundred feet now between the two and the safe den they had left behind.
The security of it all, the thought Mother could just run over at any time and save them, made him run even faster. What’s just over this hill or between those trees? Bub needed to find out.
Suddenly, the grass felt like it could swallow him. He didn’t know if they had just kept running straight, or if they had fallen to the left or the right. They were racing toward an unknown territory. Instead of letting the feeling of discovery beckon him further, he began to panic. Bub had felt fear before, when thunderstorms had cracked across the sky.
Mother always told him that was just their god, cleansing the earth of what had been sullying it. He imagined curling his body down in the warm dirt against her, hearing her explain away all of the evils that troubled him. She would fix this. He looked back in the direction he thought Mother had been, but she was nowhere on his horizon.
He stopped running and called out to his sister.
“Wait! Asta! Where’s mother?”
He turned to see Asta, finding only tall grass surrounding him on every side.