Lily held a leftover summer sparkler before her face. Together, enclasped hands sway strolling lakeside. Life renewed. She touched the thumbnail band aide signaling turns from concussion.
Could barely remember myself—only her—powdery sweet mixing with conditioned hair, scratched skin. Enlightened in arms, my solitary thought after hours’ oblivion stood thanking stars we made it alive.
The above Flash 55 was for written for my friend G-Man.
I had to come back and read this several times before I got the picture. Oh, when I did, what a picture! Brought back memories of thankfulness for dangers visited upon my own children and how relieved and thankful I was following those incidents. How adequate you choose a sparkler to light this 55! Good one…got me thinking, remembering.
Hi Leslie! You are right. It is about the sense of relief after terrible accidents happen to us or loved ones that change everything and make us grateful just to be alive. Sometimes a sparkler is all that is required to illuminate the darkness