Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that. All I felt was the metal floor. I got up onto my hands and knees, moved forward more, and the metal changed around me to the damp greens of a forest floor where rain had recently fallen. Watching the diamond plate steel change to grass, twigs, rocks, and dirt was one thing, but to feel it happen with my hands was something else altogether.I stood up and looked around. The walls were replaced by trees, and the shelves and tables holding items became tree limbs and bushes. We were no longer in. The hallway was dark but I was still able to see the dark figure of a man standing out in the darkness. He starred at me and I starred back. It was Harry. The next morning I walked out to the barn where Harry was feeding the horse. He said his typical good morning to me as we exchanged smiles as I drank my coffee. I walked around the stable trying to figure out what to say to the man. ?I guess you saw everything last night?? Harry stopped what he was doing and looked over at me saying..Read More
