The opening sentence for the March 31st Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “Stop saying ‘It’s just the circle of life’…” Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash.
Nothing matters till now
The calmness belies the danger. I lie on my back, wiggle my toes & stare out into the cloudless sky. Here I can forget everything. The past; the future; the present even. The beach is distant. A few waves away; people mere stick figures. Nothing matters. Until I feel the current and I’m caught in a rip; now survival is all that matters. Survival.
Forgetting that I came here with no cares, no worries, no insurance, I struggle frantically against the tide, the wave, the force that is wrangling, dragging, trying so desperately to upset the life that I’m supposed to live, the life I now might not live. I wish people would stop saying, ‘it’s just the circle of life; people live, then they die.’ I’d like to think this but can’t, as I’m not ready to die yet. I’m too young. Here for just two weeks then home to start the life I’m supposed to live, the life that’s been vaguely mapped out for me, the life that I hadn’t given much thought to till NOW.