Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Flash Narrative: The Great Snail Migration (Final)
Flash Narrative: The Great Snail Migration (Final)
Steve interrupts.
“WAIT! So, your telling me that snails start out as slugs?”
“Duh! Wait… You didn’t know that?” ‘This is just too easy, ha ha’ I think. Again, with
the vision blurry thingy into imagination land.
“When the last of the snow melts into the rivers, it’s time for the snails to pack together
for migration.”
The oldest snail leads the slugs out for the first time to find their shells. They slowly slide
their way to a mirrored lake that is scattered with rocks of all different shapes and sizes.
“We call this place The Rocky Snail Lake, it’s a sacred place.” Says the elderly snail
“Errhm, yeah bull shit! And I bet your also lying about the migration too huh?” Steve
accuses.
“Um NOoo! I was just getting to that part.” I realize I better wrap this up, I’m losing him.
I throw the look towards Steve to convince him of my seriousness.
A new morning arrives for the snails, and they prepare to go on The Long Walk. It will
be a long and dangerous road to travel, but now that the snow has melted it is time for them to
migrate down into the human’s well-tended gardens where food is abundant. The new snails are
always told the stories about the gigantic tomatoes, all the vegetation, and of course the
delightful strawberries. The warnings about danger, and how much humans love their
strawberries are never mentioned until some snail accidently glides through poisonous coffee
grounds. You would think the elders would lead the journey with warnings… But, NOOooo.
I look over to see the un-impressed frustrated look on Steve’s face. It is the classic, one
brow raised stink eye. At this point I start laughing hysterically, I try so hard to finish the story, I
try and fail to get words out between the giggles.
Steve already took the scrumptious burgers off the grill and started walking up the worn
cement stairs leading into the house. We head inside while I proudly and manically giggle all the
way to the dinner table.