I thought being a wing walker would have been a cool thing. If you were lucky, you’d be colorfully costumed, strapped and cabled to a wing flying high above a Crosby /Hope movie. We are in a new century where movies are made by amateurs and people will do anything unusual to be momentary stars. The latest thing is novices jumping off the wing of a plane with something strapped to your back. What’s on your back is a surprise: Sometimes it’s a parachute other times it’s a jet pack, and occasionally its lunch. Did I mention the live streaming?
This Flash Fiction was written for a photo prompt of two people sky diving into a metro area off a building or a wing.
Luz last night the hellioned beast raised its ugly head in NewCago.
The gangs have unleashed their secret weapon.
They circled the opportunity like a predator for months
Fires are burning all over NewCago and there are just too few good people to put them out.
Those who had a job have one no longer.
Most have lost their meager possessions.
Young men are empowered with hatred.
The police are behind their iron clad doors.
Leaders had their speeches prepared in advance.
Hearts have gone AWOL.
…and if I don’t find a way to extinguish these flames, NewCago will be nothing but ashes.
“Life in NewCago” is a fictional series. The protagonist, Sam, is trying to restore a city run by gangsters and most of the people helping Sam are dead. There’s not much a single individual can do to put out the flames even if he can’t be killed.
Baltimore, a city that I love dearly, is in a shambles today. Fortunately, there are community heroes who are trying to calm the heat. May those who care about their city prevail.
This is a rather sobering post for the letter X. I want to thank the A to Z Challenge coordinators for this month of blogging.
Photography: Baltimore by L. Moon
Some bloggers participating in the A to Z Challenge:
Today is the “O” for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. Its a bit of noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.
“Analyze that Haiku “#2 gives us the opportunity to look around the above haiku 360 degrees and tell its story so here goes:
It had been a long summer. Nights never cooled below 100 and my coffee ground skin was always in some state of pealing. You had loved caressing that skin once or had it just been a mirage. Had I made myself believe that you couldn’t catch a wave the same way without me, that the crisp mountain air was dull when we couldn’t chase the fall leaves, and winter nights together well you said they took your breath away. My heart peals back revealing layer after layer of pain. When will I get to the end of you and memories…? This desert heat is more constant than your love even it can’t last forever.
… and then write a haiku:
your shoes wait at the door
Thanks to Kristjann Panneman for the prompt and inspiration.
“Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.”（Matt 25：1）Wise virgins can hear the Lord's voice, it's mainly because that wise virgins like the truth and seek the truth. They long for God's appearance. So they seek and investigate on the things about the Lord's return, and know how to distinguish the Lord's voice. Are you willing to be a wise virgin? Then hurry up to see whether the truth expressed by Almighty God is God's voice!