Category: Stories

Skyhawk

In his carefree youth, he and the camera were inseparable.  When a daredevil friend took him flying in a one engine plane, the camera went along.  They flew off the coast, over the Pacific, getting the bird’s eye of trees, cliffs and sea stacks, cold wind seeping into the cockpit.  He clicked the shutter a hundred times.  Back on earth, he printed a dozen images.  In one, the sepia sea gleams like glass, the sky stretches into silence.

Much later, his adult children gaze at the old photograph, smell naphtha-kerosene and feel the dip and rattle of the Skyhawk.

Image by Chris A Anderson, courtesy of the Estate of Chris A Anderson

RITUAL?

Quintuplet Cluster, NASA on the Commons

Up, down, up, down, updown.

The weird choreography of gnats in the late winter sunlight, rising in unison from the incense cedar and bouncing in the chilly, bright air.  A constellation of illuminated bioplasm.  Is it a communal mating ritual?  An invitation to passing birds to come, feast?  A celebration of approaching seasonal change?  All of that? None?

Faster and faster, the frenzied dance brings their tiny grey bodies together, until they are a single whirling orb of gossamer fluff.

Bang!

They resettle, simultaneously, into the cedar.  The sun shines, the breeze stirs.

And then again, up, down, up, down.

Image by NASA via flickr.com/commons
“Quintuplet Cluster”

FERAL

She had always shared her life with cats and dogs.  Still, the transformation was a shock.  First came the growth of an undercoat on her scalp.  Next, her fingernails hardened and curved.  When her arms and legs grew excessively hairy, she covered them.  When she could no longer grasp her coffee mug, she dashed it against the kitchen wall.  After several decades of vegetarianism, she craved, then ate, meat. Raw.

On the last morning, she stripped off her nightgown, running out the back door on all fours.  She vaulted the fence.  The pets would have to fend for themselves.

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Mujagui, Egg Ghost

When the girl found me, I carried no traces of humanity.   Unremembered, I became smooth as an egg.  Seeing me should have killed her. Though blind, she could hear my stories.  As she listened, my limbs and features reappeared.

I kissed her eyelids and dissolved, tethered to Earth no more.

 

Story appeared in 5oWord Stories

photo by Enache Georgiana unsplash

CHANGE

When I was young, I jolted down this narrow canyon in my hot jalopy, windows open, inferno winds in my hair.  The river below green and cool as it raced me to the sea.  On the beach, I ran, jumped in the frigid ocean and shouted for no reason.  I drank cheap beer, ate greasy food and slept in the sand.

Today, the canyon is a crucible but I glide along in refrigerated comfort.  The river creeps, sluggish and yellow.  The wind has died.  I drink fine wine but avoid the crowded beach.  Have I changed? Or has the world?

Image by Simon Matzinger via Unsplash.com

This story first appeared at TheDrabble.com 

DNA

He was scrupulously unsuperstitious, but the smell gave him away, acrid brain curling reek.

I followed him to the bathroom. Startled, Grandpa dropped burning paper into the toilet.

“Ssh. Tell no one. The witch will know.”

After he died, I continued his tradition.

Burn all clippings, hair to toe nails.

Becky Kjelstrom

Trypophobia

The dream began as a once-a-nighter, but soon recurred many times night and day. Dreams of holes, large, small, deep, shallow, growing, shrinking. Waking in a cold sweat, skin burning through a thousand itchy pores. Holes consuming organs, bones and blood till nothing remained but endless dark of the universe.

Altitude

In the high mountains, the air is clear, the sun shines hot.  When the wind blows, it rages.  Thunder deafens and lightening blinds with obliterating brightness, erasing all shadows.

She sees across a vast expanse.  To  Eternity?  Further?   All because the air is thin.

Now, if only she could breathe.

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Koi

looking  down
into the koi pond
I see a rainbow reflected
from the sky above

If I look up
will I see
koi swimming
in the clouds?

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