It’s rare I have 2 ideas for a round of Flash over on Flash! Friday – and even stranger to tie the two stories to each other – but that’s what happened this week. We had the challenge this week to use the Man vs. Nature theme, and a wonderful shot of a waterfall for out photographic prompt.
I couldn’t help but to get a bit silly in the first piece, but…never fear – I got all serious by the end of the second.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to my Dream
“Give me a sound ship. And give me the waves. Lastly – Give me a star to steer her by.”
These were the prolific words I first heard on my Father’s knee. Words I dreamed about every instant of my childhood. Words I clung to going through my rebellious teenage years. Words I saved and sacrificed for throughout my working career. Words I finally realized into reality in the sunset years of my life.
If words can lay a path at ones feet, a map of desire one will follow throughout the long, yawning years of existence – then it was these three simple statements which laid my bootie-clad toes on the trail.
I never doubted – never wavered in my life’s goal – and earned the freedom to pull my lifeblood from the water. My ship is small – but our hearts beat as one. I go forth upon the waves to pit my wiles against the most abundant element on the face of this Earth. Proudly, I cast away from the shore to sail off into the crimson and gold sunset.
I’m fairly sure…no…I’m positive… I never requested a freaking WATERFALL be at the end of my journey!
To Dream, Perchance…ending in Nightmare
My dream is shattered – its bones lay scattered amongst the rocks, its body reduced to splinters and flotsam dancing in mocking merriment amongst the tidal pools swirling in complete abandonment at the bottom of a rather unexpected waterfall.
I first felt the pull deep in my gut – the stern suddenly pulling hard a-port as the bow shoved water out of its way starboard. The spinning sensation intensified in my head as I felt the hastily-dropped anchor scrape along the bottom of the river-bed…dragged without purchase by the strong current of gravity-influenced water.
At least the water washed away my body’s response to the chaotic, tumbling, twirling, ugly dance we performed over the lip of the falls, ending with my spectacular belly-flop in calmer waters. You know that old saying: ‘First you say it, then you DO it?’ Yup…accurate.
I raise an ineffectual, dripping fist toward the heavens, screaming my protest at the top of my aged lungs.
“This wasn’t part of the dream, damn-it!”
Unheard, to be certain, as the throaty growl of the towering sheet of clear/green-y water drowns out all other noise.
I lay a wet cheek against a pillow of mud – letting the salt of my tears mingle with the remains of my boat.