BPFFC #02: One thing to look forward to

13. Mai 2018 at 00:02 (flash fiction, Posts in English) (, , , , , , )

With a little bit (a lot) of delay, here’s my February flash fiction for the Baked Potatoes Flash Fiction Challenge (BPFFC). I actually wrote it in February, I really did 😉 (Unlike the March and April flash fiction, where I sadly didn’t meet the deadline… But they’ll still be published here soon. )
The word for the month of February was fedoraJack already posted his story here in March, because he’s way more organised than I am 😉 And recently, Sarah has published her piece too. Enjoy!

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“I don’t want to do this anymore!” He ripped the fedora off his gel-slicked hair and tossed it onto the floor of the living room.
“Now, now.” His mother stooped to pick up the hat and flicked some invisible specks of dust away. “This is surely no way to thank the Lord for the wonderful opportunity he has given you, is it, George?”
“No, mum. I’m sorry, mum.” He bowed his head a little so she could place the fedora on it.
“There, there. That’s my boy.” She patted his cheek and used her plump body to manoeuvre her son out into the hallway. “Now off you go. And don’t forget to tell Reverend Marshall that we’d be glad to have him over for dinner this Sunday!”
“Yes, mum.” He stepped away from his mother’s ample bosom and opened the door to step out into the bright winter day.
“Oh, wait a second!” His mother fumbled in her purse and grinned as she threw some coins into the metal box in her son’s hands. “They’ll be more generous when they see that their brothers and sisters have already contributed. We’ll soon have that new bell tower erected, with the help of you and your friends and our Holy Father.”
The coins rattled as George trembled. It was so cold and he’d rather be anywhere else than fulfilling his God-given duties. But at least, there was one thing to look forward to.
Warming up his hands in the hands of his best friend Jim and letting him breathe warm air onto his frozen fingertips before counting the coins.

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Beauty of Life

31. Mai 2014 at 13:43 (Posts in English) (, , , , , , , , )

Forever so long, I had been wishing for Him to let time stand still. Only for a moment – to let me fully appreciate the glorious beauty of life.

Life is a series of meaningful and meaningless events, steadily floating by. And me, I am hurrying to dip my toes in this continual stream of events, marching through other people’s lives, making memories with some and completely forgetting about others.

How I longed for a moment, where this current of life was intersected, where He parted the sea to let me walk a little bit on my own, without being washed away by the oh so many things to do.

Over the years, I had forgotten who I was, who I had always wanted to become, all the thoughts about what I wanted in life died like moths on the sticky surface of every day.

Then, one day, He – whatever name you may give him: God, Allah, Yahweh… – granted me my wish. He, in His infinite wisdom, did not choose the beautiful and calm moment I had imagined for time to stand still. No, He chose a moment of utmost desperation and intense pain, the moment where my life seemed to be falling apart. Everything that was dear to me was going to be lost, out of my own infinite stupidity. Now, I can be grateful that the dearest things to me, then, were my possessions, and not people.

But at that time, I was on the verge of insanity, because I thought I could not live on without my pretty apartment, flat screen, Dolby Surround sound system, sports car… And this was certainly not a moment, where you would want time to stop.

However painful this incredibly long moment was, where the fundaments of my life crumbled beneath me, it had a cleansing effect and did me much good. If time had stood still in a beautiful moment, I would have wasted it to gloat over my possessions and to mentally pat my back for being such a successful fellow.

But that intersection of time became the most important crossroad of my life. The one, where I had to admit that I had made wrong decisions and misjudged what would make me truly happy in the long run.

He granted me a second chance at life in that moment – and this opportunity to have a new beginning whenever you choose to grasp it, has become the true beauty of life for me.

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