The field was filled with long golden wheat stalks that stretched towards the sky. That dark blue sky with clouds that tumbled and rolled in like a crashing wave against the shore. I looked up and then I looked down…the dirt had a shimmer. A bright shimmer like cold coins against a mid afternoon sunlight. I wondered if this was a dream, everything seemed so perfect and naturally not real. My teeth were clinched tightly and my eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight. I was worried because I had no idea where I was or how I got there. I looked up again to see strawberries falling from the sky. Bright red strawberries that were swallowed up into the earth. I felt alone, but I wasn’t alone. There was a man standing at the other end of the field holding a gun. He was a dark shadow against a bright hued blue wall. The wall looked like the sky melting into its bright blue color seamlessly. I noticed three other walls surrounding me…this was not an open field, but just a box. A box holding a memory that invaded my mind closing in on small details from a life lived somewhere else. The man stood there with his gun by his side saying nothing. The strawberries continued to fall against the wheat field. Clouds above my head continued to roll in and grew darker with every crash. The man took a few steps closer to me. I was not worried as if I knew this man and as if I had told him to meet me here in this field. The sky grew darker and more deadly as the man continued to walk toward me with the gun still by his side. I can remember looking away to see a bright green hummingbird flying slowly above the wheat stalks. I looked back to see the man, but he wasn’t there. I held the gun tightly in my grip. The strawberries stopped falling. The ground had swallowed all the strawberries and the dirt shined brighter than before. I was tired…I felt so tired, but I knew I could not walk past those walls painted like the sky. The clouds continued to roll in as the sky grew darker.
