Walk-part1

There was this mind awakening field of green; and a brown path that wound its way through it; like some dark lightning had laid down to rest on its way to wreck havoc on the blue skies
I was not walking on that path. I wasn't even anywhere in the vicinity
I was imagining its presence, sitting at a small table overlooking a crowded street.
The table itself was quite ordinary. its only striking feature was the absence of legs. Or an overabundance depending on how one looked at it. the table was in reality a box of coffee beans.
The beans had long since been pulverized brewed and consumed. they were currently in various stages of digestion across the village and possibly the country. on this table lay numerous magazines, glossy and
loud. i randomly opened one of them. i had to put the magazine down almost immediately as the polished bodies and pretentious advice seeped out of the pages and dripped onto my trousers like black coffee.
those stains are the worst..

Meanwhile, on that sharp path through the green field a saffron speck moved ever so slowly towards me