By Mina Talebi, TIWP Student
I look at her in all of her scaly glory. Her dark black eyes shadowing the world. Her vicious sharp claws, that have claimed the lives of so many, glint in the dusty sunlight. With all of my heart, I wish for her. Then, as if my affection has touched her, she spins around.
“Hubert,” she cries when she sees me. Gloria rushes to my side at once. “What are you doing on this side of the mountain? It is so reckless being here!”
I grin chivalrously. “Reckless is my middle name, Sweetheart,” I say, as I stare dramatically off into the distance.
Gloria blushes. “But Hubert, you know how much our families hate each other…” she trailed off.
“You’re right. Of course you’re right.” I turn to go.
“Hubert!” Gloria calls after me. “Remember that you are still the only t-Rex for me!”
As I lumber down the mountain, I feel a tremor. Suddenly I see a mound of dislodged rocks and boulders sliding towards me. It was too late.
We close this scene with Gloria hunched over Hubert’s broken body. The wind whips the tears off of her face and carries them away.
The moral of this story? Never be a dinosaur. And certainly never be a dinosaur in love.