Just for a Moment

Just for a moment
I saw you in dreams
Alive and awake
Breathing and laughing

Regaling me with stories of your escapades
Of baseball
And spelunking
Getting covered in mud
On your dirt bike

That you had to sell
To accelerate
Toward a new life
Just for a moment

Just for a moment
I watched your videos in my dreams
Reel to reel projected
An epic featuring the two-man wheel
Giggling its way across the sand
The tale of countless hours spent with friends
Building a plywood jump
That launched only laughter
Collapse and more laughter

Just for a moment
I saw you in those goofy blue
Max Headroom glasses
Holding a mouse
The white rapper
Vested and invested
Charisma so powerful
Attracting moths to a flame
Just for a moment

Oh, that laugh
So expectant that somehow
You’d step from behind the veil
Cameras pointed
Audience aghast
It was only a dream

Just for a moment

A Mazing End

PART IV the final chapter Continued from Maze Escape

Like a swimmer breaching the water’s surface after copious time spent searching for treasure, a spontaneous gasp forces her lungs to expand. Eyes closed, fingers extended she reaches to feel any recognizable object.

She lies comfortably, a firm cottony pillow supports the weight of her head. She’s aware of ambient sounds, a pendulum ticks, a diesel engine grumbles, and a gentle breeze moves the blinds tapping the edges of the window frames. She grasps something malleable like an old hacky sack. Gradually she musters courage to open her eyes.

Blinking in the bright light she realizes she is in a bedroom.

Centered on a Damask bulletin board, a single sign reads, “Fresh Paint. Do not touch the walls for one hour.”

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Stick Chick contemplates her immediate surroundings.

“It must have been a dream,” she thinks.

*** THE END ***

Maze Escape

PART III Continued from MAZE ENIGMA

Unlike the paths she has traveled, the widening one before her becomes smooth beneath her feet. The ivy thins, choked by an invisible entity that exposes the stone walls. While she remains cautious, her pace quickens. Her leg continues to ache as she picks up speed. The sound of her breathing swells nearly drowning the footfalls on the dirt beneath her feet.

She hears a humming. Glancing back over her left shoulder a drone approaches, a glowing red display shows a countdown. A robotic voice echoes, sound bouncing off the uneven face of the rocky walls: “Three minutes until detonation.”

A whirring and a breeze overtake her and the drone like a flash of lighting against a dark sky disappears as a blinding sun obscures her forward view. Brighter and brighter into the light she runs, agonizing over each step but terrified to stop.

Without warning, the ground beneath her vaporizes. She hears a disembodied, deafening scream and realizes it is her own. But like a voice encapsulated inside a steel vault, no audible noise emits into the atmosphere.

She falls, appendages flailing at first until she resigns herself to imminent death, and surrenders to the air that forces bits of hair away from her face. She stretches out her arms, abandoning any attempt to stop the inevitable until, unexpectedly, she slows. Time seems to stop.

jelloIn slow-motion she passes into an unfamiliar gelatinous realm, neither air nor water. She can barely breathe, the cold blueness in her lungs.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Maze Enigma

PART II CONTINUED FROM Out of the Maze

Each uneven step causes a painful hobble, her ankle swollen. Unlike the beginning of this maze with its dead ends and sharp angled turns, after the first 50 yards, it curves to the right so abruptly that Stick Chick cannot see more than 10 feet ahead.

The walls twist and turn in spirals and arcs making it difficult even with the sun now higher in the sky to gauge her direction. She cannot afford to look upward and continue moving at the same time. Being careful, she avoids touching the walls.

“What was that awful alien sound I heard before?,” she wonders.

Mid-curve a fork appears. She chooses the left path and disappears from sight around an arc.

She thinks about the sign again. One hour. Ignoring the stinging feeling that moves upward to her calf, Stick Chick runs fast passing small outcroppings and moving through portals that lead her onward. Tenor grumbling sounds and odd twitters frighten her. Jittery, she is almost breathless when she stops cold, shocked to find a dead-end.

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IrelandInRuins Photo Courtesy:         G Hill 2013

Frustrated, she tries to guess how much time has passed and what will happen when time runs out. The passage of time feels warped. Has it been one minute? Five? Fifty? Why does her brain feel muddled? Her legs feel rubbery and heavy.

Anxious, Stick Chick turns heading back the way she came, but realizes immediately that the path looks nothing like the one she just ran through. It is long and straight. Is it the same one? How could it not be?

Ahead, a crumbling wall covered in green ivy beckons. Perhaps an escape lies just beyond.

CONTINUED…