Thursday, July 30, 2009


by Ari Collins

When I was little I dreamt a man made of lava helped me trap all my recurring nightmares. He promised me he’d guard the jail forever.

I had no more bad dreams until after my high school graduation, when the lava man returned. “It wasn’t a jail,” he explained, laughing billowing ash. “Tonight everyone graduates.”


Angel Zapata said...

Ooooooo, I like this one. Great job.

abbreviatedman said...

Thanks! It's a fun one.