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Flash Fiction #renounce

The once noble knight, stripped of everything but his smallclothes, stood defiantly in the great hall. “Do you #renounce me,” the queen asked, her words reverberating off stone walls. They had been lovers once, until his age betrayed him and she took another, younger man. “I do,” he said sealing his fate. “Death then,” she cried. The sounds of his chains scraping the ancient steps mixed with his mother’s laments and the murmurs of his men. The executioner swung the ax and the black veil of death embraced him. He woke beside her, soaked in his own sweat.

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#vss365 June 11,2019

#Empathy God and the Archangel looked down on humanity and Michael asked. “Why do you let the evil ones live so long and the good die so young?” “Empathy Michael.” “Empathy?” the angel asked. “It’s the presence of evil, and their lack of empathy that make the good ones shine so bright.”

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Memorial Day

The beach was unrecognizable now, deserted, the white sands pristine, the silence overwhelming. He stood in the surf where years ago he had clung to the jagged steel of a German hedgehog. The years fell away and he was nineteen again. His rifle was useless, resting on the bottom of the sea, his hand shredded by shrapnel. Bullets flew in all directions, some sounding like song birds, others like angry insects. With eyes wide open, he saw his dead brothers’ bodies still rocking in the surf. “What can I do Lord?” “You can remember!” a voice said.

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Failures and other nonsense

Have you ever sat down and analyzed the failures in your life, ever stacked them up next to your successes and measured them? I do. For every success, I seem to have an equal or greater number of failures. Even my successes are riddled with failures. We are breathing so that in itself is a success. We all know people that aren’t. For whatever reason they are dead and we are alive. But are our lives as successful as we wished?  Are we where we wanted to be in our youth? Are we good parents or friends? We all have…

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#vss365 Mother’s Day

As he lay dying, listening to the machines failing to keep him alive, he thought of his mother. He could see her looking down from above. Her radiant smile, her simple dress, her #beatific grace—and he was a child again. “Come to me,” she said. “Let go, I’m here with you.”

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