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Flight to My Future

January 22, 2023 3 Comments

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The voice arrives through a cotton-filled funnel, “Please fasten your seat belts.” Briefly, I fear that I’m suffering from some sort of sonic engorgement. Every noise blares brighter than neon in my eardrums.

It started an hour ago, when I walked out of the house in the pouring rain with neither an umbrella nor a plan. The gentle muscles that shifted alongside my finger bones, turning the key into the ignition, didn’t feel like my own. Neither did the resolute voice asking for a ticket to somewhere, anywhere.

I’ve made a trade. My extremities aren’t mine anymore. Only my heart is.

By R. K. Emerson

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  1. Derek says

    January 22, 2023 at 9:30 am

    Very good.

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  2. DougJacquier says

    January 25, 2023 at 12:34 pm

    ‘I fear that I’m suffering from some sort of sonic engorgement’. Great line within a tight but expansive journey.

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  3. Robert Burns says

    January 30, 2023 at 10:14 am

    Excellent story. Well done!

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