Collection #2 - Emotions
His last words
To be honest, I don’t believe in farewells.
Because I was ready to fight.
The sirens poisoned the air. And the tanks rolled in. The regime.
The shells clanked on the floor. As did the bodies.
“Get into the bunker, now! and bolt the doors shut just like we practiced”
My eyes were weeping. But only from the tear gas.
I spotted my son clawing his way back to me, Constantine threw him back into the rabble. Safe, for now.
For this is a time for men and our guns. He’ll know who I was.
“I am hell”
A swamp thing
The forest fires left a mist that was thick. And eerie.
“What we looking for Hazel?”
As he steered his airboat up the murky bog, I told Xander of the shadowy figure.
“It was just the crocs, or..or…the vultures, yh”
He angrily struck aside the tall grass.
Then the crickets went silent. The water was still.
And I froze.
An arm rose and launched Xander into the water. The ‘thing’ cast its gaunt, vine-stricken face towards me and squeezed my arm. And I connected.
“This is nature, and I am her protector. Respect her. Otherwise I will heed her cries”
In the green coat
“I’ll get that done first thing tomorrow…we’re close”
Off came my headphones with a sigh of relief. The drone of work dissipated as I packed my bag.
Very methodically. Size order from laptop to notebook. And room for my bottle. Someone will love this.
“Come on! We’ll miss Jay’s leaving speech”
We slalomed out of the office and through the human – mainly student - traffic. Taxi headlights illuminated the way to the Carpenter’s arms.
The laughter had started, as I checked my reflection and ruffled my beard.
We walked in to raucous.
And there she stood. In the green coat.