note from editor: slithy's second submittal once again did not come with a title, therefore i took it upon myself to give it one that i felt best represents it's content. enjoy.  
 

          The woman walks out slowly in front of an almost cartoonish/technicolor background.  There is a sense of mourning.  Serenely, she tips the oversize watering can and pushes a stray hair behind her ear as the clear liquid splashes to the ground in slow motion. Where the liquid soaks into the ground, grasping hands push up followed by wrists and forearms.  All kinds of hands.  Some very graceful, white and feminine.  Others; thick, strong, brown and confident with exposure.  Besides the strange suddenness of seeing the ground come alive in such a human way, there is a sense of optimism.  An undercurrent of sickness or strangeness is also detectable in seeing the strong, capable, independent hands grasping and writhing; reaching for something they cannot provide for themselves in such a sycophant like way.  The woman pauses, her mind taken from the watering for a minute as she looks up. Her beauty becomes appa! rent as her neck and relaxedly put up hair are silhouetted against the sky which is losing color and turning dark.  Everything is turning black and white now and the woman's delicate profile becomes breathtaking as the color winks out behind her.

          The hands are not as insistent and are slowly receding into the ground.  The woman's gaze drops to a nearby tree as it starts to move in a wind that has sprung up and you now notice it's lack of leaves.  Her eyes blink slowly and a look of tired sadness crosses her face like a shadow. Her beautiful mouth forms a soundless "FUCK".  The last hand is sinking into the ground.  A sweet , slender, alabaster raised middle finger disappears and the ground closes silently over it.  A monkey is chasing a giant chicken around the stage and through the orchestra...