NOT A CIRCUS SIDESHOW
The closer, the more intense his voice.
It had been summoning me for months.
How does an eleven-year-old say “Dad, there’s this being- an enlightened creature.
It… He… I’m not sure?
He’s traveled through many galaxies.
He possesses abilities?
Powers?
Cures?
Insights to correct our ecological imbalances?
Right now authorities think he’s a circus sideshow.
But he speaks… I have to tell them…
And I can understand him.”
Finally, after the expounding on his travels for an entire fortnight, he said something Dad would understand.
“Dad, he can cure Mom’s leukemia.”
We left for Goose Bay, Newfoundland, the next day.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 200 word (or less) flash fiction piece.
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Nice take. In that situation you grasp at any hope at all.
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Yep!
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I hope the new creature is not just all talk?
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An amazing twist!
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Thanks!
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and only to the innocent will secrets and truth be revealed – so glad the dad believed him and did not destroy his hopes.
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Thanks for the kind words
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Wow, that would be an amazing talent and why this being is reaching out to the little boy. I’d drive and try it, why not, it’s not like other treatments are likely to work well in these cases at times.
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Great story! There’s a real sense of awe and mystery about this entity.
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Thanks for the kind words and the read.
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That would be awesome. I think I would try it as well.
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