One of Our Own

     SSA Cindy Swales was watching the Goodyear Blimp slowly descend.  She was ready.  She had the arrest warrant, the suspect was approaching,  and when she arrived at the field, twenty agents were dispatched and NCIS.  The case was assigned to her that morning.  She was handed the warrant, ordered to make the arrest and worry about the details later. The suspect had been FBI for ten years, a soldier on the mission that took down Bin Laden.  She knew that meant he had special-ops training so the arrival of NCIS didn’t surprise her.  A question gnawed at her “Why the hell are we taking down one of our own?”

(Updated as per suggestions by Doug McIlroy.  Thank you Doug, it is better!)

The First Commute

I’ve had a lot of firsts this year.  I couldn’t tell if I was nervous with excitement or fear.  I hadn’t set an alarm clock since high school.  A solid breakfast and a lunchbox hadn’t been my morning routine either.   I used to jog to work, but that would be a ten-hour jog at six mph.  I slumped into the driver’s seat and reluctantly started my commute.  Preoccupied with new job jitters, I rounded the corner.  The panorama that revealed itself made me involuntarily gasp.  The contrasting beauty of nature, black and white, delicate pink, sky blue;  a commute that will never lose the awe-inspiring, God-like appeal.

Photo credit belongs to Douglas McIlroy

Ant Poly and Loony

This is my take on the Flash Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.  Here’s the link so you can see the photo:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/05/23/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers-31/

“Hey! Antheraea Polyphemus is this a fly through?  hyuck hyuck”

“Luna your name should be loony, you know damn well we don’t have mouths.”

“You need to get over that Poly. I told you when you were a caterpillar to eat yourself out of house and home.  But noooooo, you just kept yammering on and on and bloody on!”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that when I emerged I wouldn’t have a blasted mouth!!!”

“Because Ant Poly, I told you more than once.”

“You know what Loony, caterpillars shouldn’t talk with their mouths full.”

“Enough excuses! Let’s fly.”

Bridge to Heaven

“Look Grandfather!  Two rainbows.”

“Beautiful!  Have I told you of the legend of the Rainbow, grandson?”

“Not yet.”

“Sit by me on this log and we’ll look at it while I tell you.  According to legend, when we die, there is a Bridge we must cross in order to enter Heaven.  At the head of this Bridge waits every animal that we have met during our lifetime. These animals will know us and know how we treated them and the earth while we lived.  They will decide which of us may cross the Bridge and which will be turned away.”

“I’m going to cross that bridge, Grandfather!”

Two Angels Watching

I recently found 100 Words – Flash Friday Fictioneers blog by Madison Woods thanks to Julia’s Place.  There is a great group of writers responding to her picture prompts.  Thank you Madison and Julia!  Here is my response to last Friday’s prompt:

“Can you hear them, Angel?”

“Yes Angel, they’re dreaming of building their cities on the moon.”

“I don’t like this.  Look what they’ve done to the earth our Father gave them.  They hunt the animals to extinction, they pollute the waters of lake and sea, they fill the life-giving air with smoke.  They do not show respect for each other or the gifts our Father gives them.”

“Remember, our Father is slowing their exploration.  He knows they’re not ready, Angel.”

“Yes but what of free will.  They forget they have souls, Angel!”

“Don’t worry, our Father has a plan for them!”

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