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#FiveSentenceFiction: Bedtime

Chaiwa by Edward S. CurtisSarah could not sleep, never did when she was flying.

Most passengers had abandoned their films or books, next to her, the beloved husband was deep in dreams, the attractive and cherished face twitching from time to time.

They were now over Greenland, the icy landscape, far below, lit by a frigid moonlight through scattered clouds.

It would take them another seven hours to reach home, and they would face a new day – for her, without sleep.

But in her mind, there was only the girl, who’d shown her the Path of Life, near the volcano, at the foot of the Sunset crater, and Sarah loved her, for eternity.

Image: Edward S. Curtis, Chaiwa, courtesy Arizona State Museum, Tucson

#VisDare 83: TENACIOUS #WW

TenaciousI see you, tired, bruised, your heart beating the retreat, and that ugly bunch of assassins running after you, tracking you down through the darkest corners of the city.

I see the faces of hate, I sense your anguish, and also your indomitable rage to survive.

You hear the heavy boots on the concrete of the deserted lane, their bestial shouts, already their cries of victory.

Little do they know the outcome, the expertly thrown pair of hand grenades that exploded just at the right time, in the midst of the thugs, mincing them all to sad fragments.

But I know, since I am you, and I survived…

#DailyPrompt: Embrace the Ick #Auschwitz70 #Evil

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Embrace the Ick.”

DSC_0428“You know who I mean, those desk generals, those corrupt politicians, those oligarchs and their media lackeys – they who don’t hesitate to send young people to the grinder, to lie, to hire thugs to do their dirty work…”

“So, why do you think they have their use then?”

I know you would ask, and I think about it for a few seconds. The morning sunlight plays in your hair, its reflections bouncing  on the edge of the cup you hold.

“I imagine having them all in front of me, and I am ready to fire, to execute the lot of them… In a way, it calms me down… But there is something else: they are visible, we know who they are, admittedly some of them are more public than others… But still, they are his public face, the face of Evil. Without them we would have to dig very deep to get hold of Satan. With them, we know what to do, it’s very clear for anyone with a conscience.”

#DP Daily Prompt: Once Upon a Time

DSC_0107You came in, as coffee was brewing, the soft sound and aroma of winter mornings.

Our eyes met, and I knew, and this certainty sealed the day: for where else would I be invited to drink off the chalice of time, humble mortal in front of the Goddess.

And so it was that I learned the Path of Life.

Inspired by the WP Daily Prompt, and a chance encounter in a museum…

#FiveSentenceFiction: Abandon #Hopivotskwani #NativeAmericans

Dedicated to the Hopi tribes, who knew agriculture, and the art of living, when Europe was starving, crawling in medieval darkness.

DSC_0322He stands on the red rocks, alone with ghosts, his sight on the painted horizon.

Slowly they appear in his vision: the millions, slaughtered by disease, hunger, the swords and bullets of the invaders.

He knows: a people in tune with nature, who understood the path of Mother Earth, as no-one since has understood Her.

And, now, he, the scientist, knows the end is near: his own tribe will have to leave the fourth world, and find solace in hell.

Then the braves will rise from their forgotten graves, as trees from the desert.

#PromptBox, January 2015 #WritersWednesday #amwriting

Prompted by “Getting Started“…

Prickly PearPlanetary Boundaries

Navajos

Une Femme Est une Femme

Pueblos

Melting

Freezing

India

Arizona

Prickly Pear

Tiergarten

Dreyfus

Spying

Alexander Platz

Economics

Growth

CO2

Clouds

… to be continued…