Good ole boys 2.

So the two boys began to walk across the expanse that filled their eyes and their lungs and even rudely tried to crawl itself into their very pores which left them itching ruthlessly as they dug their mark into the sand. They didn't talk much and when they did speak it was mostly the small one that would do the talking while the other boy, with his deep eyes behind the shield of glasses, just listened and sometimes added a deep vibrato to the end of the thoughts.
The boys came to the top of the hill they had been trudging up and were illuminated by sparkling tones that danced across their broad shoulders. There stood a living corpse, a man that was almost florescent from his sallowness his lips hung miraculously off his face with a dejected lull. As they got closer to him he began to animate, seemingly sucking some energy off the nondescript tent next to him. "Hey there, gentlemen. I imagine you're feeling pretty tired, I can see you've been walking pretty far," he drawled at them his gaze redirecting them to their steps stretched behind their backs like a shadow carved into the ground. The taller boy did not turn around to look. "I got something in this tent, something that could give you all your juice back, you'll be buzzing again in no time." His speech took a wild swing as he began to speak more frantically. "This is something that no man is likely to see, something that you must search for but you will never find." He stopped and started again with a sputter, "I'll show you boys, if you're really sure that you can handle it." The shorter boy jumped forward, like a marionette. "Are you certain, no refunds!" The shorter boy jumped forward, like a marionette. "Alright, I'll give you a little peak."
The whole earth seemed to move with the tent flap and every neck within ten miles craned to see inside. A dark void washed over them, as massive bodies arched over their heads. Each body looked unique except for the fix they had on their faces, a relaxation that shouldn't be attempted by mere mortals. The ground mumbled with a percussive hum.
"Now, don't look too hard, we've gotta get to some business first." The world was immediately rearranged and they were back in the heat of things just them with the animated dead man. "You like what you saw, huh? Well, for just a little price, I'll let you in. You could change your whole life, be part of the act?"
The smaller boy looked away as a breeze reminded him of the world around him. "Well, mister, I don't know. We really ought to be going." He struggled to turn away from the comforts of the tent. "We can't waste too much time here," he growled.
"Boy, you can never waste your time here. Cause here's here's the true secret..." his mouth twisted on the words seducing them with its movements, "at least by embracing the nothing, you are running from something.
So you see,
you are still moving.
and nothing can stop you."
He leaned in conspiratorially, "But, it'll cost ya. For you two nice boys I'll let you both in for just the price of one. Just five little dimes. I know, I know, it's the Holy of Holies but, boys, I've got to feed my belly."
The smaller boy lead the way in, the other boy followed. They were held by an embracing hollowness. They didn't notice when the tent was packed up and moved on nor did they feel the hum being slowly sucked out of them. The smaller boy eventually was jarred awake and stumbled outside. The other boy was already waiting for him. He pulled his bag upon his shoulders and they began to walk again into a brighter sunset the younger boy saying, "That huckster back there never had me, I just thought you might enjoy the show."
"Hum."