In The Blink Of An Eye


The clock is incessant in its reminder that time is slipping away from me. BANG! Seconds are ticking by. BANG! Each one as jolting as the shots ringing out in the solemnity of that day so long ago. BANG! Yet they don’t stop at 21. BANG! They keep on keeping on. BANG! My blood pressure rises with each one. BANG! My pulse races. BANG! Will my heart burst from chest? BANG!




I hear voices around me, but they are like distant murmurs in the echoes of that clock. I don’t know who they are. I don’t know who has come to say goodbye. In spite of them, I feel so alone in this darkness. My husband waits for me, I’m sure of it. But I’m afraid. This is not a journey I’ve been on before. I don’t know what to expect. I want to join him. But I’m afraid. Was he afraid, too?

Wait, why do I not hear the clock? Where did the murmuring voices go?

“Who are you?” A beautiful being stands before me, wrapping me in light. More specifically, I wonder how it is that I am able to see. I feel the warm touch of a hand to my head.

Time stands still.

“Do not be afraid.”



Written in response to an excerpt of the lyrics from Santana’s and Everlast’s “Put Your Lights On” (songwriters: ERIK SCHRODY © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc):

There’s an angel, with a hand on my head
She say I’ve got nothing to fear


Shared at Flashy Fiction Friday


Past Fears


My journey has taken me to many places around the world…I can close my eyes and remember when I walked the manicured grounds of Windsor Castle where daffodils were in full bloom; I breathed in the fresh air of the rugged Swiss Alps; I swam in the bluest of blues of the Mediterranean Sea off the shores of Crete; and I traveled the countryside of Romania past colorful gypsy villages.

However, my journeys have been alone. No one to walk beside me. No one with whom I can look back on these times as being shared memories. I can close my eyes and see the room that was never a part of my journey. Where darkness was brightened by candles. Where a white gown was shimmering across the dance floor, a glow matched only by the radiance on a bride’s face.

who will remind me
of the journeys in my life ~
I walk alone

P. Wanken

Shared at 1Sojournal for NaPoWriMo – Day 12.

The Hand Of Despair

Photo Credit: Steve Veilleux

Photo Credit: Steve Veilleux


Through the fog of the unknown
the hand of despair reached out
to take away what I could not own.
Through the fog of the unknown
I felt empty, alone.
Full of fear, and doubt.
Through the fog of the unknown
the hand of despair reached out.

P. Wanken


Posted for 100 Days of Summer 2014 (Facebook Group): 72 ~ Sky.  


Author’s Note:
Thank you to fellow challenge contributor, Steve Veilleux, for letting me use this photo in my post. To see more of Steve’s work, click on the photo to go to his blog.

Reptile Gardens: Where It Began

Reptile Gardens, South Dakota

Reptile Gardens, South Dakota


(a shadorma)

I can’t shake
images of snakes
across paths
when I was eight; I wanted
to wait in the car.

P. Wanken


Posted for Creative Bloomings Prompt #163:  Fears, Phobias and Foibles.  (Click the picture to be taken to the website for Reptile Gardens.)