Flatplane

The plane of existence I live on, or more accurately live adjacent to, is a strange place. Its brown ridges look neat from afar, but its craggy appearance only reveals its unlivable nature upon closer inspection. It rises high above the clouds, what clouds there are, and smashes back down into the earth like a wave. I’ve never dropped by, but I may as well. I mean, why not, right? I don’t wanna take a flight so I’ll have to just take the closest transportation available to me which is ephemeral travel.

I rushed off the edge of my flat planet and began the process of floating to my destination. It is tricky to do, since if you’re not too careful you’ll end up just floating in the cold vacuum of space and dying. But I nailed it, not today death, not gonna end up between planes for this old cat. I touched down and yeah the crags are much more noticeable. It was like a goliath was standing before me and I would die any second. If a tiny chunk at the top were to get loose and land on me it would smear me on the ground in seconds.

Then, right on cue, a series of people drove by. First it was makeshift cars with respectable drivers/passengers, but thereafter were glitzy cars that reflected the harsh sunlight and crammed with hooting hollering morons. I turned around and ran after them. I mean, hey, if I’m not gonna be having a holiday here I might as well figure out what these people are doing.

They were racing to what was the one oasis on this entire plane. If you grew up in a plane of existence where there was a single 10 metre by 10 metre square of land that inexplicably contains fertile land, you learn to save it mostly for yourself. I don’t know, but I’m just guessing here. And indeed we made it to the oasis. The thing was enormous, as enormous as a 10x10 square of land could be. And soon after the fighting started. Or, wait, was it fighting? Upon closer inspection they were just checking together how well the crops were doing. They shook one another’s hand and locked eyes on me. I got the shivers.

One of them shouted, “We don’t have any food for you, fuck off.”

I figured it would be a good idea to leave these people. However, I underestimated how paranoid these people were about their food supply. I walked away, they walked towards me. I broke into a light jog, they ran back and powered up their cars. Electric cars as well.

I was sprinting at this point, a bad idea given the plane I was on and its unforgiving sun. They chased me down but I skillfully, or at least I think so, hopped on the hood of one of the dirtier cars and used that to land on the cleaner car. I swear I almost slid off but I was able to grip it with force before I tumbled into a broken neck and earned myself a place between planes.

They didn’t notice me, I was going to have a fun ride back home. Their home, at least.