Shen scrabbled for purchase. All around them, the mists of illusion trembled, like an oil slick on the surface of a pond. Gripping his handhold, Shen reached out and brushed the surface. A tree shuddered and popped at his touch.
“We are lost in the pathways of deception,” Utvar intoned. He folded his legs into the lotus position and balanced on the engine. “We cling to the only real thing in the universe and seek the truth.”
Shen turned. There was not much room. “But why is the only real thing a lawnmower?”
“The ways of the universe are mysterious.”
DP FICTION #5: “Not a Bird” by H.E. Roulo
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