Parachutist at Ft. Lewis Public Domain Photo (via Flash! Friday)
Tom’s childhood had been dream-filled; flight featured. Parachutes, wings, air-borne transport. Adulthood fulfilled in the form of The Programme. He sanctioned his departure decision by virtue
of its merits – not just for him; for his family’s fulfilment. The amalgamation of new values with old.
The money spoke volumes; had bought their future. Small print bypassed, signature on the dotted
line, take off before processing, consolidation or fitting together of facts. There had been time enough for thought once
the ground lay at distance – sole speck, form and focus of Tom’s
concentration. Destination homeward
bound, if wishes were ships. Current
location, somewhere space, coordinates unknown.
Tom’s eventual return brought him back to earth, family
oriented, service debt paid. Awareness
grew upon him slowly; inexorably. The
realisation time had turned without him.
Landscape desolate, deserted, they were departed; markers in their stead. Sole sign of Tom’s payment rendered.
Tom wished for wings strong enough to bear him
homeward. One last destination. Always.
(160 words)
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The word prompt for this one was "ageing".
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