New Story

I just wrote this short piece. It’s the beginning of something:

He found himself lying on the ground upon long, bluish green grass. He was surrounded by thick foliage of the same color, an occasional pink or purple blossom interrupting the color scheme. Leaves from an unseen tree tumbled upon his face as a light breeze caressed his cheeks.

A giant behemoth of an aircraft slowly passed by overhead, blocking the sunlight. There were two columns of soft yellow lights on the underside of the craft, changing the hue of the scenery around him to a sharp green.

Then the craft passed, the sunlight returning. He shielded his eyes from the distant blue orb, squinting at a flock of birds passing by.

“Mama,” cried a young child. “There’s a man here!”

The child was a girl of about six, her blonde hair in short pigtails tied with red bows. The bows matched her white and red dress and likewise colored shoes.

“Are you okay?” the girl asked him.

Before he could answer, a woman in an old-fashioned black dress complete with a bustle upon which was affixed a black bow. Upon her head was a black bonnet with another black bow hanging down in the back, her dark brown hair hanging in loops about her ears. She gazed down at him with her large, brown eyes, placed her hands together against her bosom and inquired,

“Are you okay, sir? Do you require assistance?”

“I-I don’t know,” he said, struggling to sit up. “I don’t…know.”

“Are you hurt?” she asked. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”

He sat up and looked at his body. He wore a white button shirt and black cotton pants with no shoes or socks. He didn’t feel pain in any part of his body and he didn’t see any blood.

“I think I’m okay,” he said. “Except… I don’t know where I am.”

“Were you robbed?” she asked. “Did someone hit you on the head?”

He touched his scalp and felt a bump. It hurt a little and he winced.

“Just as I thought,” the woman said. “You need to see a doctor. Head injuries are serious business.”