Evan bought a map of the city.
He had never considered the city from a bat’s perspective, from the air.
He looked at the sinuous thoroughfares following the river’s curve, straight streets jutting out like bones from a herring’s spine.
The parks were shown as patches of green, the sloping letters naming each.
In the night, they would be black.
Evan closed his eyes and lay on the floor, the map spread beneath him, arms wide.
He was a bat, soaring over the city, random in his flight.
He would need something for the gasoline, perhaps a white milk jug.
scary.
This sounds like a human tragedy waiting to happen. I hope that Evan gets help to turn him away from his evil intentions.
Assuming being a bat was imaginary, this is one seriously disturbed toon.
Is the bat imaginary?
Beautiful language, you pulled me in.
Evan needs help fast – he scares me!
The bat as an imagery or plain imaginative?
Evan is just a bit creepy. Even if he’s just a kid with a vivid imagination—being a bat? Yikes.
Hmmmm…..a Bat Man? :o) Loved the language.