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A Fallen Leader

Reposting this piece of prose from 2021 in response to “Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – #143 – 5/16/23 – Picturesque.” It all starts with a vigorous walk in the woods. An opportunity to stretch my legs and get my heart and lungs pumping after a prolonged period of sedentary isolation. I divert from my usual routeContinue reading “A Fallen Leader”

Secrets Between Them

A perfect marriage? Almost… Just a few idiosyncrasies that marred the otherwise harmonious existence between them. A little coolness at the other’s touch. A snappy retort at the other’s constructive criticism. If only they had disclosed the demons of their past. [Skeletons lurking beneath the surface. Their grins wide and mouths gaping with stories untold.]Continue reading “Secrets Between Them”

Path Of Change

I have walked this path all winter. Lackluster is how I would describe it, but it is an easy stroll and provides much needed leg stretching. The rains have come and I dare walk the path; a muddy river bottom. I see little shoots of green beginning to rise from the soil and the treesContinue reading “Path Of Change”

No Control

I know it appears I’m staring incoherently as I process the meaning of those jarring words. I understand what is happening; likely better than the specialists surrounding my bed, uttering conciliatory sentiments. These well-intentioned practitioners are determined to make me complacent. It is not an issue of coming to terms with my predicament. It’s aContinue reading “No Control”

No Control

I know it appears I am staring incoherently as I attempt to process the meaning of the jarring words I have just heard.  I understand what is happening; likely better than the specialists surrounding my bed, uttering conciliatory words and promises.  These well-intentioned men and women are determined to make me whole again.  It isContinue reading “No Control”

A Fallen Leader

It all starts with a vigorous walk in the woods.  An opportunity to stretch my legs and get my heart and lungs pumping after a prolonged period of sedentary isolation.  I divert from my usual route (a wide, moderately traveled path) and follow a narrow animal trail along the creek.  The diversion helps get meContinue reading “A Fallen Leader”