GOING.../ Short Story Slam 3

                                      Photo/ Melissa R. Bickel/ Short Story Slam #3


GOING...

They think I won't leave.  That the weather will keep me from leaving.  That I have fear.  That they will prevail.

I'm standing at the window, and not a drop of rain has fallen yet.  The sky has the message.  I will encompass you.  The heavens always have a message.  Sometimes to comfort.  Today, no ray of hope.

A bolt from the mouth of creation says, I will put on a show of force that you haven't yet dreamed of.  Well, I come from a place where a lack of sunlight enters with the day, and dusk is just the time to stoke the coals.

I'll have some soup before I leave, the pot sitting daily at the back of the stove.  I'll add something that was hanging in the cold-room, after I take a bowl, so that they will not suspect a departure.

I'm going.  Not with shoes.  Not with skins for warmth.  When I cut the cord I will go into the world like a babe.  Let them just try to follow.  Let them just try to stop me.


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