Organizer’s Corner: Finish the Story!
This issue, Organizer James Morgan is holding a contest! The challenge: Finish this story in one or two paragraphs. James’s granddaughter will judge the submissions. The prize for the winner will be an original piece of James’s artwork! Submit your concluding paragraphs to:
As I sit in this room I silently watch, listen, and wait. It’s now four in the morning or at least that’s what the Babylonians who consciously created time would say. I watch the innocent flies dance together in unison, unaware that a bitter woman is watching them filled with nothing but angst. This is because she’s never had the opportunity to dance with a lover to call her own. She waits patiently for just the right moment to end their lives to feel some sort of relief, oblivious to the fact that her annoyed feelings are rooted in nothing but jealousy. It’s now 2 pm. I quietly sit at the dinner table that reeks of nothing but old grease. To distract myself from the putrid smell, I gape irrationally at the bowl of lumpy oatmeal drenched in rich honey to hide the fact that it expired 5 years ago. Breaking me from my ungrateful concentration I hear the calm and understanding voice that lingers in the right side of my brain asking me “Can you hear that?”
Like the flies I saw not too long ago, we listen to the sympathetic hummingbirds singing their sweet songs to the trees who feel trapped in their agony. Together, as one, in unison.
Now, as I listen closer I can hear the white spruce trees talking amongst themselves. Watching as the strange-looking creatures called “humans” pass them by unappreciative of the life they give without cost.
“How selfish,” They say, their words filled with hurt and shame. Unaware of the time that has swiftly passed me by, I realize that it’s now 6 o’clock. Woefully I walk back to the room that I can’t stand with a small dainty glass of vintage wine that I somehow found tightly curled in my hand.