Reverse and Negative
forever old.
He was the boy who never grew up.
Peter looked out over the lagoon, the occasional splash of water making him flinch further back onto the rock edge. His eyes misted over with rain as the inky black sky tumbled to the ground. Every now and then a mermaid would smile sardonically over the surface of the lake, eyes deep and dark and mischievous.
A familiar scene in an unfamiliar place.
Picking at the dirt under his fingernails, Peter stifled the need to cry. The pressure in his eyes sent him into a deja-vu, and he kneaded the heel of his palm into the sockets.
Peter wanted a mother.
The sun cloaked itself in the horizon, casting shadows that danced across his face. Waves lapped at his feet now, the icy cold shocking goose bumps onto his bare skin. Brushing a lock of gold from his face, Peter turned to the miniature creature perched on his shoulder.
“It’s all wrong, Tink.”
“Or maybe we’re all wrong.”
A crack of thunder broke the uneasy atmosphere, which was followed by a flash of light. Peter’s face glistened grey before being immersed in darkness. He was gone.
A reverse Peter in a Negative-Neverland and he was forever old.
Peter looked out over the lagoon, the occasional splash of water making him flinch further back onto the rock edge. His eyes misted over with rain as the inky black sky tumbled to the ground. Every now and then a mermaid would smile sardonically over the surface of the lake, eyes deep and dark and mischievous.
A familiar scene in an unfamiliar place.
Picking at the dirt under his fingernails, Peter stifled the need to cry. The pressure in his eyes sent him into a deja-vu, and he kneaded the heel of his palm into the sockets.
Peter wanted a mother.
The sun cloaked itself in the horizon, casting shadows that danced across his face. Waves lapped at his feet now, the icy cold shocking goose bumps onto his bare skin. Brushing a lock of gold from his face, Peter turned to the miniature creature perched on his shoulder.
“It’s all wrong, Tink.”
“Or maybe we’re all wrong.”
A crack of thunder broke the uneasy atmosphere, which was followed by a flash of light. Peter’s face glistened grey before being immersed in darkness. He was gone.
A reverse Peter in a Negative-Neverland and he was forever old.