UTOPIA

Found this while cleaning out files.  Written for a Lit class in 1993, my idea of utopia. Still sounds good.

     In a land of shade and soft breezes, where the air is clear and smells of after-rain, lives a tall, slender woman.  She wears long flowing pastel printed dresses and large straw hats.  Sometimes she goes barefoot in the summer grass as she walks among the flowers in her garden.  What a profusion of flowers there are.  Weeds never grow here.  When flowers are picked for a bouquet, within moments a new bud will blossom on the stalk.  Magnificent roses, the size of saucers, can be broken off with a slight pinch and there are never any thorns.  Neither are there crawly things in this garden, or animals of any kind, except for those wonderful traveling times when they are part of the landscape.

      Now the woman who lives here has a wonderful ability.  With the snap of her fingers she can travel anywhere in the universe she wants to go.  A trip to the Grand Canyon can be done in an instant.  No planes or long dusty car rides.  And if she wants a friend or family to come along, they too can be there in an instant and enjoy the sites as well.  Often she goes to places on her own, to see the great Cathedrals of Europe or wander through the giant Redwoods and sometimes even travel to a distant star and view the  earth from far away.

      Again with a snap of her fingers,  anyone in history she would like to know more about will come.  Imagine having a one on one with Napoleon or Joan of Arc or Robert E. Lee or sometimes all of them together.  Those times, she mostly sits and listens and absorbs as they interact with each other.  The best part of this ability of hers is she can conjure up persons from fiction and the authors who created them.  One time she watched fascinated as Margaret Mitchell, Scarlett O'Hara and Vivian Leigh sat in her garden, drinking mint laced bourbon and swapping stories and telling outrageous Southern lies.

   Her children and grandchildren come and go as she chooses, bringing warm kisses and laughter but never staying too long.  Her husband walks with her in the evenings and takes her dancing and brings her lovely jewels that she never wears. 

      My imaginary place,....if I could just master snapping my fingers.