Chief of Fire

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Someone is shouting at me.

But they’re always shouting at me.

Being the chief of a tribe, you get shouted at often. Surprisingly enough.

But, as I said, I am the chief.

So I keep going.

Keep doing what I’m doing.

Keep on task.

Keep protecting my people.

I dare the darkness to return.

I dare it. Continue reading “Chief of Fire”

Boat in Wait

The boat sat, as it always did, in the middle of the field. Abandoned, or so I assumed. It never moved. Never swayed. It lived there, in that field.

Waiting.

I was sure.

Because what boat sits in a field and doesn’t wait? What boat sits in a field and thinks “yeah, this is what I was made for?”

No boat.

It sat in that field.

And it waited.

And every time I passed that boat, gazing at it from my moving mini-van, I couldn’t help but think that, maybe… just maybe…

…it waited for me.  Continue reading “Boat in Wait”