May Day

by kdillmanjones


Buttresses twisted, became braided like ribbons of a May pole. Fluid. Interweaving. Each balcony curved, rounded into a tiara. I could only stare, frozen outside La Playa Hotel.

Crown the Queen of the May. Hail! Hail!

Windows turned opaque jade; walls shifted, reflecting and transforming into foliage stucco. The voices continued.

Hail! Hail!

I ran, stumbled. Away from the surreal hellishness of it all. But how do you escape time?

How do you outrun a day?

The voices followed me, chanting and dragging their blasted flowers.

I don’t want it! Leave me be!

Hail! Hail! The Queen of the May!



* Author’s note: This story is part of the 100-word writing challenge Friday Fictioneers. Photo copyright: Kent Bonham. Happy May Day!



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