Ever occurring event is unique to mere earthlings
Clouds threaten their planned festivals and celebrations
Like the Red Sea, clouds part at the very moment predicted
In time for mortals to witness, but not comprehend
Planetary vulnerability in the path of the moon
Solar flares erupting cannot be contained by Luna
Eternity absorbs the moment and Mother Earth sighs
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Mindy Reed
Mindy is an, editor, narrator, writer, librarian, and educator. The founder of The Authors Assistant published Women of a Certain Age: Stories of the Twentieth Century in 2018 and This is the Dawning: a Woodstock Love Story in June 2019.
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford2 days ago in Fiction
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Love this. I like the C and L lines.