The Bird Ocean
by Thunder Falcon
A flock of tiny winged things moving as one living creature, to take fight into an endless sky, always brought with it the breathless touch of infinity. Wallace tried not to allow the bustling shapes and prying touches around his body, to disturb his gaze as he watched hundreds of delicate birds rise off the ground outside, in one enchanting wave. In the past, the angelic sensation had always been so fleeting as the birds faded into the far distant horizon. And once again, left to the prison of the ground, Wallace was forgotten.
His entire life was spent in the prison of the ground.
Yet this one occasion, the birds were not ready for the sky, their ebbing wave swaying upward to curl back down and skip across the face of the earth. Battling the temptation of the wind to take them up in flight, the flash of hundreds of delicate wings fluttered to roll and heave their dancing, feathered ocean into dimming eyes.
Infinity was so very near now. Nearer than he could have ever imagined and for the first time it was not leaving him behind. As wild hands tried to pull Wallace back to the pulse of the world, he gasped one final breath, beckoning the thrush of tiny wings. His limbs had been so weak with sickness and hurt, and yet he was running, flying even. The birds, so excellent in their flight, swept him up with pounding little wings, to finally take to the sky with their newborn, a gossamer creature living into infinity.
Copyright © 2005 by Thunder R. Falcon All Rights Reserved
Word Count - apx. 260 words
POOF!
by Thunder Falcon
He stared at the many scattered heaps before him.
Was that the extent of who he was? Piles and piles of paper? Credit card and bank statements, tax returns, so many little stubs from dutifully paid bills, closets with old clothes and forgotten junk that had become useless, a little house that he really didn't own, a job where he had been replaced at a moment's notice-
"Am I nothing, but these things?"
The question was asked profoundly and often. Then that day came the bold answer. "I will be me . . . whoever that should turn out to be."
The offensive papers were promptly poured into a single pile, with that rude pink slip crowning the top. This time, there was little care taken for organization. The house payment, utilities and other bills, should he pay them? No need. He was no longer going to be that man. He was going to strip it all away to find out what was underneath.
But what if there was nothing underneath?
There was a treacherous question. But the man couldn't allow himself to be distracted by the risk of asking it. It was time to burn down the house.
In final preparation, he trimmed the pile with all signs of identification, driver's license, social security card and bank book, less a generous cash advance, of course. Feeling a sudden elation, he set the pile on fire. Scampering out the door like a playful child, he found himself standing on the front lawn as the house and all it's contents went up in flames.
Poof! He was gone. Poof! He was free.
Copyright © 2005 by Thunder R. Falcon All Rights Reserved
Word Count - apx. 270 words
