
Delayed again. My close friend and writing mentor had give two of her beloved cats into the arms of Bast this week and, though they were not my own pets, my heart grieves for her and the pain she’s going through. It left me rather adrift and unable to put my mind to writing.
Sorry for the delay but hope you enjoy the flash.
Oh – and an interesting tidbit… As I was writing the last part of this flash, my seven year old son came in from our yard and brought be a beautiful feather he found. It’s either owl or hawk. :)
(Archives are on the website, if you want to read the offerings of past weeks)
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Spirit Messenger
(c) 2008 by Maura Anderson
At least it was a weekend. That alone was something to give thanks for, given his current exhaustion. Lately it seemed that no matter how much he worked, how exhausted he became, he lay awake most of the night. The tossing and turning had long since grown old and now it both pissed him off and worried him.
Dreams interrupted what little sleep he managed. Images of lightning, thunder mixed with the sound of battles and the smell of blood and death. Something was calling to him, screaming out to him, pleading with him. He knew he was the one supposed to answer but he couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to do.
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