A while back, before the 3rd world war, before the returning vets became our #1 terrorists, I worked with this girl who was a spoken word artist. We would joke that the reason she came into work so tired was because she was out all night playing superhero. Fast forward to present day, in the land of the zombies, while taking refuge in an abandoned apartment, quietly away from the zombies, I got a message tossed through my window. It was a rock with a note wrapped around it. A message from my old coworker! She said to keep the faith,that I’d be alright. The message read:
Let the heat of your brilliance burn the zombies to embers and ashes,*
I was truly feeling like Dorothy in a B horror flick. Turns out my old coworker is a superhero, she’s part of some super powered artists guild crap. I feel relieved that they know I’m down here, but dang couldn’t I have gotten a little clearer of a message? Couldn’t they just swoop down in their hovercraft and get me? No, of course not, because I’m Dorothy and there is a bigger lesson for me to learn from this experience. I’m going to be fed breadcrumbs until I can find my own way. How cliché…
stay tuned for my rescue!!
*thank you amymay for the line!