For my first blog posting I'm going to resurrect a very short story I wrote for an interview with me (in my standing as a member of Exhumed Films) on the Cinedelphia website on October 26, 2011. I took the standard interview questions and turned each of them into a short story. You can read the entire thing right here on the Cinedelphia site if you'd like. I've changed it in only a couple teeny-tiny ways. I'm re-posting this piece because it says something about how I think, though what that is I'll leave up to you, dear Reader. 

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Judith, age 38

After it happened, I knew I had to get away. I paid little mind to what I packed in my rucksack. I only needed to get out there, to get out walking. There was transport to the borderland, so I made haste to reach it. The journey there took longer than I anticipated, but at length I arrived at the edge of the forest and began walking inward, stopping only to remove the worst of the brambles that gathered on my clothing and to brush the spiderwebs from my face. There was no path to guide me, but I felt an almost magnetic pull as I stumbled over mossy stumps, shallow streams, and thick clusters of mushrooms that squelched around the sides of my boots. When night fell, I found myself assailed by the noises of the creatures that moved around me in the woods, above me in the tree canopy, and below in the teeming underbrush. When I’d rest to eat some bread or drink from my dwindling supply of water, I could feel them draw nearer, all eyes reflected in what moonlight could penetrate the reaching trees. Morning found me still on my feet, though just barely. I was moist with dew and I felt leggy life moving through my hair. I had reached the place I felt compelled to see. It was a field, a grassy expanse dotted with trees set far enough apart from each other that the dawn sunshine was allowed full vision. From each tree there hung a massive chrysalis twice the size of a man. It was comprised of countless strands of silver webbing. So thick was the outer coating of the cocoons, I could not make out the shape of the forms within. But then I saw the movement, the pulsing, straining movement. First a tear and then, from within, a burst of luminosity that blanketed the field in a spectrum of gauzy color. They strained forward in tandem, drawing breath into their great lungs and issuing forth a breeze that dried my clothes and suffused my body with warmth. I saw their antennae sense the air then stiffen somewhat as they surely detected my presence. I tensed up, apprehensive at being perceived, but soon relaxed again as I felt, somehow, their indifference. They wasted little time concerned with me. I was but a small form on the edge of the field and they were soon to extend their wings and sail skyward, at first somewhat jerky, but soon in command of their new bodies. When they were gone, the colors faded and the light resumed its assuring but common morning glow. Having crossed the border, I turned around and felt the pull of the place I once called home. Know this if nothing else: In doing what he did to me, he tried to take part of me away. He almost succeeded. All of you here have attempted to do the same thing, though with different instruments. But he couldn’t and you can’t. I’ll tell you why. I saw something you’ll never see, something so wonderful that it showed me that there’s so much more than this. You, all of you, you surround yourselves with such ugliness. But I saw it and the only part of me I’ve ever given up is the part of me that will always be there, among them.