I have flapped and floundered in quicksand of uncertainty Unable to find my footing, slipping from solid ground Longing to take flight, to reach impossible heights My own fears and insecurity pulled me down Keeping me tethered by a tenuous cord The slightest tug, the merest effort would yield my freedom This trap, a prison … Continue reading Impossible heights
Category: 100 Word Challenge
I’ll be watching you
Some might call it a guilty conscience, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Inaction does not equal blame. Besides, I didn’t want to get involved.The brain can trick the eye into seeing all sorts of things that aren’t there. Personally, all I see is a swirl of dirt, or remnants of a long-rotted tree trunk.It’s … Continue reading I’ll be watching you
Epidemic proportions
There is currently no proven vaccine, no federal funding for medical research, and no media onslaught of concerned scientists. Nevertheless, the condition is a troubling and widespread epidemic. Seemingly limited to a narrow generation and gender demographic - young males ages 14 to 25 - the complaint crosses all socio-economic boundaries, affecting several ethnic and … Continue reading Epidemic proportions
Cutting the cord
As much as I claim that my weekly photo hikes are a much-needed, much-anticipated break that allow me to get away from my daily routine, I don’t actually, completely… disconnect. I take photos with my smartphone, posting them to Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. I check emails, I Google places to go. When I have the … Continue reading Cutting the cord
Lights in the attic
The treehouse club was his refuge. It wasn’t really a treehouse, but he could see trees through the attic dormers. He figured that was close enough. It wasn’t really a club either. He was the only member, there were no dues required, no rules to follow. The only prerequisite for inclusion, he testified later, was … Continue reading Lights in the attic
This little light of mine
Standing before his congregation, exalted and sainted among men, his extracurricular women crowding pews on both sides of the aisle, he droned on through his soliloquy denouncing his flock’s sinful ways. A waning moon illuminated the outdoor revival, bathing the faithful in ecclesiastical brilliance. He took it as a sign when a shaft of Luna’s … Continue reading This little light of mine
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