Ambition

This is one of my first “public writing exercises,” where I asked friends on facebook to give me a word and then I’d spend 15 minutes free-writing to it. The word chosen was “Ambition.” Enjoy.

 

Ambition.

She awoke with the mountains in her eyes;

A cool breeze streamed through the evergreens;

Scratching the bark with it’s claws,  Shaking the leaves with it’s grip.

In a mix of dreams and reality, her entire life sat across the bed from her,

Holding a glass in it’s left hand and a silver watch in it’s right.

The minute hand sped up and slowed down at a rhythmic pace.

The liquid in the glass shone an opaque white.

With care and ease, she crawled across the blankets and stared her entire life in the eyes. It looked back and smiled.

“Where do you wish to go,” it whispered through dark lips. “Who do you wish to be?”

She stared back, the mountains in her eyes now replaced with the dark reflections of the room.

“Everywhere. I want to go everywhere. I want to be everything.”

Her entire life smiled softly.

It quickly crushed the watch in its fingers, letting the metal fragments shatter to the ground like silver snowflakes.

It slammed the glass on the ground, so the liquid sprayed across the wood grain floor, soaking into it’s cracks and seeping into the seams.

Their was a silence that was both beautiful and frightening.

“Go. You are free.”