(Author’s note: Still working on the story. Been dealing with some things that have come up since. A little under the weather with a throat infection. Getting better, though.)
PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes
Reflections (On The Lake)
by Miles H. Rost
Paul Marcus looked over the lily-pad covered lake, deep in thought.
“Where did the time go? Not long ago, I was 24 and full of spirit. Now I’m 35 and broken.”
He looked at the small bobs coming up from the lake, stirring a pad or two.
He thought back to the opportunities that were there, that he missed because he was focused on one dream. A one track mind, and that track derailed a year before.
Sitting back in a chair under the shade of a gazebo, he looked at his watch.
“6 more hours until I need to be home.”
(Author’s note: Nothing. Let’s do this!)
© Jan Marler Morrill
by Miles H. Rost
“So this is where you ended up, eh?”
“Yeah. Who would have thought that I would be the heir to the Sultanate.”
Mark O’Connor and Rahim Zaharia walked down the desert path within the walled town.
“10 years ago, we were pulling pranks on Melinda Clouse. And now you’re the Sultan of Watoomba.”
“8 years after becoming, I’m still not used to it. There are so many different things I have to do. Sometimes, I need an oasis from this desert.”
“Ever thought about coming back to the USA?”
Rahim shook his head.
“The people need me here. I am their oasis in this unforgiving desert.”
A little note before we start: I am in the stages of moving from my current residence to a new residence, and may not have internet access for a few days. Also, with moving comes lots of packing, planning, and getting things in order. Therefore, I may not be able to write anything in the next week. However, if I get the time and the patience, things will continue as normal.
That all being said, let’s get onto today’s story:
copyright Jennifer Pendergast
Beyond This Point
The young man beamed at his family with pride.
“This, by far, is one of the best days of my life. I finally have something I can call mine!”
His parents shined their approval as they looked at his garb.
As he picked up his cap from the ground, he looked around at the walls of the place where, for four years, he allowed himself to flourish.
“Mom? Dad? What do I do now?”
His dad smiled, and pointed behind him.
“Everything that happens from here on out, happens beyond that point. That gate is where life begins.”
His son smiled at him.
“I think I’m ready.”