Well, after last week and Monday’s posts, the pressure’s on. And once again, mistress Muse is buried under a pile of excuses and a shortage of time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy today’s story, and I appreciate your honesty even if you don’t. The links in the story are completely optional, but might interest some readers.
Friday Fiction is brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and the first photo belongs to Dlovering. The second is my own.
The snap of the flags overhead takes me back. To a college room behind suspicious walls, and a whispered meeting of ambitious minds; to days when an eagle flew over Spain and we sought to bring it down by force.
But age and frailty brought magnanimity to the eagle and quenched my rebellious fire. Now the red and yellow cloth that surrounds me clothes chanting monks, and the flags that flutter above take prayers to ancient Bon gods.
And I, once youthful and angry, have found peace outside a world of nations and fighting, further beyond and further beyond again.