When The Lights Came Up_Onboard an Angel Flight_I Will Build You a Bridge_A Flame Worth its Candle
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When The Lights Came Up
Some sex, hints of violence. When The Lights Came UpAll he could think was that the costume smelled musty with undertones of sweat, and that led to wondering how many people had worn it over the years. The theater group had been running for over fifty years, he’d heard that from the stage manager just last week. The mind boggles he sneered inwardly. It hadn’t been his idea, this ridiculous production. Hell, it wasn’t really his idea to act to begin with, that was all Maggie’s fault, everything that was happening to him now was down to her in some fashion. He moved towards ...
Onboard an Angel Flight
Onboard an Angel Flight Deborah ElliottAn uncounted number of men and women have stepped up and served this country so that we might keep our freedoms. We should all be thankful when we get a chance to repay them. The story below is fictional, but the service that brings fallen soldiers home is real. Let us all give thanks.***Fortunately, it had been a quiet flight so far. This night the sky was clear and peaceful, which was a blessing because shortly after takeoff U.S. Air Force Captain Matthew Marrow’s co-pilot had taken ill and was now in the back sleeping.Matthew had been flying Angel Fli...
I Will Build You a Bridge
Drowning is the risk you take. The descent into dark water pulls the breath out of you. In, you will your body and the lungs obey, filling with artificial air carried through a tube leading to the surface. Out the waste gasses go in bubbles that effervesce against your helmet's narrow visor. Your legs find their footing and your body re-centres under this new gravity. Your blind hand reaches out with a spark. She lays her fingers across the scrunched forehead. “Hot.” But not terribly so. The little mouth tightens and his face is etched in hollows and crags. Then the seam of lips splits open an...
A Flame Worth its Candle
I’m in a desert. All above and around, bright stars crowd the night sky for space. The Milky Way spreads wide and from my micro, micro lens of me in this sea of sand and buried streams, the cloudy galaxy appears like a festive bow, wrapping the world in white, blue, purple, and dark red. Before me, it’s flat. Behind me, it’s flat. To either side, there’s nothing but dark mileage and offsets of obsidian, a mountain range perhaps? There are no plants in this flat valley. No awkwardly armed cacti, no poodle dog bush, no cluster of thorns sheltering generationwww.onedoor.ccs of thick skinned reptiles. And ther...