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Reaching New Heights

Photo Credit: Shashi Penumarthy

Photo Credit: Shashi Penumarthy

 

 
REACHING NEW HEIGHTS
(a shadorma)

Do not be
afraid to become
who you’re meant
to be…you
must stretch your limits, extend
your wings, and you’ll fly.

2014-07-21
P. Wanken

 

 

Posted for 100 Days of Summer 2014 (Facebook Group): 37 ~ Red.

 

Author’s Note: 
Thank you to fellow challenge contributor, Shashi Penumarthy, for letting me use his photo in my post.

The Death Of A Man

 

image courtesy of Digital Blasphemy

image courtesy of Digital Blasphemy

 

THE DEATH OF A MAN
by P. Wanken

The drive home was taking longer than expected. Exhaustion from a whirlwind of activity following Dad’s death doubled each minute, lengthened each mile. I may not have graduated from college as Dad hoped his only son would, but I had always been a sensible and responsible driver and knew that I couldn’t change that now—except the nearest town was still at least two hours away, and I needed to sleep.

Pulling over to the side of the road I made sure no part of my car was still in the road. There wasn’t a lot of space, but I managed; and I left my parking lights on just so I could be seen in the darkness of the night, unlit by the new moon.

Just a short nap was all I needed; reclining my seat back, I quickly drifted off.

Not knowing how long I had been out, flashes of light caused me to bolt upright in my seat. Rubbing my eyes and blinking them into focus, I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. Fireballs, falling from the sky—more than I could count!

Having seen enough “end of the world” stories played out on the big screen, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was it. This was how it was all going to end. I would die along the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Alone.

Pinching my eyes closed in spite of wanting to see what was happening, I prayed. I wasn’t exactly praying one of those “in-the-face-of-doom-bargaining-with-God” prayers. But I certainly saw my life from a perspective of what was important and what wasn’t. I had just buried my father, for goodness sake. Death was very fresh in my mind. I prayed that I would have a chance to make something of my life.

My life mattered and I wanted the chance to live in a way that mattered.

Bird songs filled the silence—beautiful, melodious bird songs. Opening my eyes again I was startled to see the sun had already risen above the horizon.

It was morning? Had I prayed all night long? What became of the fireballs that had rained upon the earth? Had it happened? Or had I been dreaming?

I stepped out of the car and stretched my aching limbs. I listened to the sounds of morning. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was a light breeze carrying the scent of honeysuckle. The only thing that seemed different—I felt renewed. I remembered my prayer and my desire to live a life that mattered.

Settling back in behind the wheel, I smiled, remembering the care Dad had taken in growing honeysuckle in his garden.

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Written for Flashy Fiction — Image Prompt: Tears From Heaven. Posted for day 83 in 100 Days of Spring – 2013.

Unexpected Life (NaNoWriMo – Day 4)

UNEXPECTED LIFE (a shadorma)

I had been
a caterpillar
until the
day I died.
Which was really the birth of
me: a butterfly.

2011-11-04
P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides “Chapbook Challenge” Day 4: write an “unexpected” poem, and Poetic Bloomings “in-form” poet prompt to write a shadorma (six lines with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5).