Sean Tilley
Sean Tilley
dsh@deadsuperhero.com
Sean Tilley

Dreams
  
My brothers and I wanted to visit our grandparents, so we built a makeshift airplane and started flying it towards their state.
Somewhere along the way, I thought about how we were supposed to land it and that we weren't talking to any air traffic controllers.

At that point, I realized that everything we were doing was Totally Fucking Illegal.

Dreams
  
I lay, half-paralyzed, in an effort to embrace the comfort of stillness. A low drone hummed over my head, crossing the divide from my right ear to my left. I winced, as I knew deep down what would happen next.

"Hello," a high-pitched voice rasped into my ear, "I've been watching you for a while now."

My heart skipped a beat, and I found myself in disbelief.

"Yes," it continued, "I can in fact talk."
"That's incredible," I whispered, "can all insects do this?"

A pause.

"Only some of us can. You would be surprised at how little an ant has to say."