Photograph courtesy of Dawn Miller
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Dawn for her inspiring photo
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
My whole being becomes a cruel band of steel around my head, skewing my vision. I narrow my eyes to see better, I’ve got to land this old crate of a glider, but can barely see the ground. We start a heart sinking descent.
These last months have been a downward fall, I see phantom faces, hear voices that that pursue me wherever I go.
The gliders thuds to a standstill on the ground. In this moment there is only the silence, the trees and the clear blue sky. At last my head becomes clear. I know what to do.
February 24, 2020 at 5:11 pm
This is a beautiful piece of writing. I would love to know the back story as well as what she now knows she has to do.
February 25, 2020 at 8:27 am
Thanks so much for your comment Linda, so glad you liked the story. Perhaps there be a ‘Part 2’ ?
February 25, 2020 at 12:58 pm
February 23, 2020 at 5:41 pm
She certainly sounds in turmoil I wonder if the voices are real or imaginary and what kind of demons are pursuing her.
February 25, 2020 at 8:30 am
Thanks for your feedback Sascha – guess I just wanted the reader to choose.
February 28, 2020 at 4:57 pm
Certainly nothing wrong with letting the reader choose—they tend to anyway. 🙂
February 23, 2020 at 5:16 pm
It’s funny. I was thinking the same thing as Neil. One would think the freedom in the air would be the perfect place to let go… Wonderful write, Francine.
February 25, 2020 at 8:32 am
Thanks so much Dale for your kind words.
February 22, 2020 at 9:49 pm
Your main character’s head suddenly clears; he or she knows what to do. But do they really, I wonder? The clarity may be an illusion of his/her mental state, and what he/she plans to do may be a rational response or barking mad. You’ve given us an intriguing situation, Francine!
February 23, 2020 at 12:53 pm
Thanks so much for your reflective comment Penny. I’m glad you were intrigued.
February 22, 2020 at 10:39 am
I thought you conveyed the turmoil and the ultimate relief from the demons brilliantly. Well written
February 23, 2020 at 1:00 pm
I appreciate your comment Michael. For me there was something about having a glider that lent itself to the theme.
February 21, 2020 at 7:55 pm
Yes, what goes up eventually has to come down, leaving the tranquil peace of the clouds behind.
February 23, 2020 at 1:06 pm
Great feedback James, think you have created an aphorism !
February 21, 2020 at 12:42 pm
A nice quiet glide to clear the head, just the thing!
February 23, 2020 at 1:12 pm
Thank you Ali, I imagine in a glider it’s really quiet in the sky.
February 21, 2020 at 11:50 am
She knows what to do but she’s not telling us what it is!
February 23, 2020 at 1:18 pm
Thanks for your comment Keith. I wanted to be annoying and leave the reader guessing !
February 21, 2020 at 11:37 am
It seems we both went with flight this week. I hope she sees clearly soon enough. Nicely done.
February 23, 2020 at 1:22 pm
Thank you Rochelle, I appreciate your comment. I think the photo gave me a nudge towards flying.
February 21, 2020 at 9:54 am
Oh, but now I want to know what she’s going to do! Nice take on the photo prompt, Francine.
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February 23, 2020 at 1:28 pm
Thank you Susan, much appreciated. I decided to be annoying and leave the reader guessing !
February 21, 2020 at 8:13 am
What’s she gonna do?? What’s she gonna do?? Is it illegal, immoral, or fattening?? 🙂
February 23, 2020 at 1:34 pm
Very funny – I like your comment.
February 20, 2020 at 8:14 pm
A glide through the skies should be the perfect place to clear her head, I hope her solution works.
February 23, 2020 at 1:39 pm
Thanks for your comment Iain. Sure you’re right. I’ve been in a glider, I imagine dreamless silence up there.
February 20, 2020 at 8:05 pm
How dreadful for her that she isn’t freed of her demons by being up in the clouds
February 23, 2020 at 1:44 pm
Thank you Neil, I agree with you about the despair of a person not able to throw off their demons.