Dream Possum
“So I had this dream where I was fighting a possum…” The long-haired man cut a path through the bushes with a practiced swing of his knife. “It was really weird, man.”
The bearded man shook his head and laughed. “A possum? Have you even seen a possum before?”
A dark shadow leapt at the men, and they both dodged in perfect time. The long-haired man chuckled. “Don’t ruin it for me now, cuz. I know a possum when I see one.” He quickly aimed his pistol past his companion and shot down a dark carnivorous flower that was speeding towards them. “It was most definitely a possum.”
The bearded one snickered as he stared at the flower’s dark green blood that now dirtied his boots. “All right, all right, I believe you. So how-” He jumped as a long-toothed worm shot out to bite at him. The long-haired one shot it down fast.
“Nice shot! So how did the fight go?” He stared as the worm writhed in its death. “Surely you came prepared.”
The long-haired man looked at the red trail on the forest floor and pursed his lips. “Yeah, well, I had a baseball bat.” He then raised one, two, three fingers, and they jumped into the bushes and on to a large snake-like creature covered with fur, slime, and teeth.
The bearded man held on tightly as the other man took out his knife and began stabbing methodically along its body. It roared in pain and released more slime from its pores, but the two men persisted in their attack. In a few moments, it fell to the ground.
The bearded man released his grip as he watched his cousin hack away at the creature. “So who won the fight?”
The long-haired man threw a slice of meat towards him, and looked on as his companion chewed greedily on the raw flesh. “I lost, cousin.” He sighed. “The possum was too fast for me and I couldn’t find it at the end. Took my bat too.”
The men hollered and walked away with their prize, its drips of blood leaving another bright red trail on the dirt.
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Image source: deviantart.com/sketchinthoughts/art/Daily-Design-Possum-208241874
First written January 12, 2018.
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