My funeral
The wind was blowing the Texas sand to cloud the orange sun away. In the corn field where the tombstone sat, corns were popping in the heat mocking the ceremony of this dead. It did not matter I thought.
The fresh filled soil holding up the tombstone not so proudly. But the garnishes of popcorns made it quiet delicious I must admit.
I looked around but I could not see anyone attending my funeral. Not a single soul,... or were they all late? I am not sure. I did know however that my parents and my siblings would not be here. They were 5000 miles across the oceans and mares. Goodness, this would to be one lonely funeral. I was the only one feeling sad about me dead.
Suddenly, emerged from the orange mist, two human arrived,... yes I knew them, my sons. The older one was holding two books in his right hand. The first book was his favourite "I SPY" book where he would find all of the 53 hidden frogs from the rain forest. The second book was the graphic novel of JLA: Pain of the Gods. His favourite story in the book was about The Flash trying to save all the victims in a burning building. He saved all of them except 2 little boys. The scarlet speedster finally let it all out while crying in Wonder Women's arm and said, "I can't run fast enough to get away from that image." And yes, my older one was crying and he is wiping his eyes with his left hand.
My little one was crawling on the mound, playing with dirt and eating popcorns. He was happy... he was lucky.
In the orangeness I saw a women, looked so very familiar. So familiar that I wish I could say that I knew her well,... I thought that she looked like my wife, but the wind blew harder the shape devolved into orange sand.
When the wind died down a little, another shape occurred. She looked like me but much prettier, sounded like me but much softer, and moved like me but much swifter, and then I knew that it was just another form that the Texas sand was toying with me.
I turned and saw my children, sad and lonely... No this won't do! This shallow grave, this sand, this smell of popcorn... this was not right... where was my coke and where were the tumble weeds, where were the tumble weeds?!
I took JLA: The Pain of the Gods from my son softly. Turned to the chapter titled Emerald Warrior and started reading. Holding both sons in my chest and I read to them the story of John Stewart, the man who worn the power ring, symbol of the intergalactic Green Lantern Corps. Controlled by his will power, the ring made his imagination manifest, and being an architect, he conceived some pretty cool objects and turn dire situations into victories.
Any moment now, the doors in this theater will open and the light will blind all this suffocating orangeness away... andI..., and I will wear that power ring.
The fresh filled soil holding up the tombstone not so proudly. But the garnishes of popcorns made it quiet delicious I must admit.
I looked around but I could not see anyone attending my funeral. Not a single soul,... or were they all late? I am not sure. I did know however that my parents and my siblings would not be here. They were 5000 miles across the oceans and mares. Goodness, this would to be one lonely funeral. I was the only one feeling sad about me dead.
Suddenly, emerged from the orange mist, two human arrived,... yes I knew them, my sons. The older one was holding two books in his right hand. The first book was his favourite "I SPY" book where he would find all of the 53 hidden frogs from the rain forest. The second book was the graphic novel of JLA: Pain of the Gods. His favourite story in the book was about The Flash trying to save all the victims in a burning building. He saved all of them except 2 little boys. The scarlet speedster finally let it all out while crying in Wonder Women's arm and said, "I can't run fast enough to get away from that image." And yes, my older one was crying and he is wiping his eyes with his left hand.
My little one was crawling on the mound, playing with dirt and eating popcorns. He was happy... he was lucky.
In the orangeness I saw a women, looked so very familiar. So familiar that I wish I could say that I knew her well,... I thought that she looked like my wife, but the wind blew harder the shape devolved into orange sand.
When the wind died down a little, another shape occurred. She looked like me but much prettier, sounded like me but much softer, and moved like me but much swifter, and then I knew that it was just another form that the Texas sand was toying with me.
I turned and saw my children, sad and lonely... No this won't do! This shallow grave, this sand, this smell of popcorn... this was not right... where was my coke and where were the tumble weeds, where were the tumble weeds?!
I took JLA: The Pain of the Gods from my son softly. Turned to the chapter titled Emerald Warrior and started reading. Holding both sons in my chest and I read to them the story of John Stewart, the man who worn the power ring, symbol of the intergalactic Green Lantern Corps. Controlled by his will power, the ring made his imagination manifest, and being an architect, he conceived some pretty cool objects and turn dire situations into victories.
Any moment now, the doors in this theater will open and the light will blind all this suffocating orangeness away... andI..., and I will wear that power ring.
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