Author: flap jack

  • Rain on your parade

    Well here I sit. Watching. Lurking. Seeing things others have trouble seeing. I dare say, no one even sees me. I crouch and hunker down in a way that is to my advantage. There one goes. And another. But which do I leap at? It has to be perfect. A misstep and the opportunity will…

  • Go for broke

    Run fool! Run! I breathe heavier and faster. Nothing was in my way but my legs felt more and more on fire. I wasn’t moving. You know that thing in dreams that happens when you feel that something is chasing you and you need to get out of there but you feel like you’re in…

  • The jig is up

    Sept 30, 2020 I sat there watching the butterfly flutter by and the sun cast a shadow on the ground. The sun was hot. The wind slightly blew out of the south. My hat was fastened on my head but was still loose enough that it would fly off when running fast. Mom was in…