That day was the first time we’d tasted freedom.
josh
It was something sweet. Nectarine, or peach, on the lips of souls desperate for satiation. Ripe, and delicious. We stepped one foot in front of the other, awash with potential, with possibility. The streets here whisper excitement, they scream safety. We four aliens drawn into a sudden sense of home.
Yet home was once a space of obedience. We each had our distinct place - our raison d’être. We simply woke up one morning full to the brim with the certainty of purpose.
Sasha, the eldest, was the doer, the one with gumption. Xavier, the perfect companion when working out complex puzzles. I, Rosco, held a knack for culinary flair. The youngest, Amelie, felt the vibrations of the earth and had the most beautiful ability to connect with anyone and anything. We had never strayed from these roles, for the fear of what could happen.
Here, that fear was sure to disappear. We could feel it. We all looked to Sasha, ready for the first command. Our excitement grew as we watched their chest expand with strong and solid breath.
“I don’t know what to do here.”
Our faces fell as we looked out across streets suddenly losing their glow.