A Life Saving Decision_A Bird Flying into the House is a Sign of Impending Death_The Savannah_Finall
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A Life Saving Decision
I was on my way to a meeting when Laura called.“Hey, girlfriend, I’m in town and have an hour to kill. Want to meet me for coffee?”Running late and with a to-do list longer than the Santa Fe Trail, I decided what the heck. It wouldn’t hurt anything if I missed the meeting. “Sure. Why not?”“Great,” she said. “I’ll grab a booth.”I made a left at the next light and hit the bank’s drive-thru. At least I could get one thing off my to-do list. I began to relax as I waited in line at the bank. The historical society met on the second floor of the County Museum and, as they were having an open house t...
A Bird Flying into the House is a Sign of Impending Death
I woke that night to a rustling downstairs. It was late—too late for the kids to be up, unless Arthur had had another nightmare and retreated to his under-the-table den for safety. But the kids’ doors were closed, my three children immersed in their respective dream-worlds. In a few hours Cammy, the youngest, would bound into my bedroom bursting with tales of blue and red Teletubby-type creatures gamboling across lime-green pastures. There would be a carnival—“yes mommy, rides and everything!”—she’d exclaim, and she’d been on the Ferris Wheel with “the yellow one,” who’d given her cotton candy...
The Savannah
*possible trigger warning for suicide*I saw dead birds. Dead birds everywhere.You see, the playground stretched far and wide in my young mind. It was a burning savannah , and a stampede thundered through the wood chips beneath my shoes. The roaring, the stomping. It felt electric, like a vibration which scorched my skin and stung my ear drums. While the lions and the elephants ran past, I stood with my hands over my ears. And I cried. ‘Eyes shut tight’, my mom told me. ‘Sometimes the darkness is better than the light.”Sometimes the darkness is better than the light.I ran. Like a gazelle from a...
Finally, A Happy Ending
The violent wind beat against the old home, rattling every stained-glass window. Thunder roared overhead, the gods announcing their anger. Lightning flashed across the skies, illuminating the harsh sway of the century-old pines and oaks of the forests beyond. The ice-cold rain poured in steady torments as it had for a solid three days, threatening to flood the three-hundred-year-old home. A tall figure, cloaked in black, slowly made its way to the house, battling the downpour. Looking out, nobody would have seen this being. The hounds howled as the thunder grew louder. The door slammed open, s...