Sunday Photo Fiction: Part 3 – Nineteen-Years Later


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.


Mountain homes
A Mixed Bag.

Before they had taken their first flight, Uncle Sam had asked Chad for the calligraphy written letter. They had stopped at a courier and he had the letter sent quickly to a friend.

After weeks travelling, the final leg of their journey ended in the mountains of Switzerland. They traveled by Gondola, before following a path to a sheltered stone doorway in the mountain. Chad had seen windows barely visible on the mountain side.

A man greeted Uncle Sam as they arrived at surprisingly luxurious hide-away.

“Sam, you scared me. I got your letter two-weeks ago.”

“Bastian, this is Chad. We were in New Haven to visit Yale, but the situation escalated quickly. We’re being tracked; the Navy is after us.”

“It has to do with Tom, doesn’t it?”

” It’s why I wrote you Bastian. You were in the Marine’s with Tom. You were there that awful night.” Sam said.

“There was a critical reason Tom had to tell me about it; he had to protect Chad and Mona. She was sent into hiding as you promised, Bastian?”

Chad had to say something: “Mona, My Mom, Mona?”

Bastian scrutinized Chad.”Your Mom is fine Chad. I’ve friends keeping her safe. You know, you look a lot like your Dad.”

“What exactly did my Dad do?” Chad demanded turning to his Uncle.”Back at the hotel in New Haven you promised to tell me everything.I deserve to know what happened.”

Uncle Sam opened his mouth, then the windows exploded. Men in black clothing and masks came in on ropes into the house.

Bastian tossed Chad a gun. “You know how to use this right?”

Chad nodded, running for cover behind the kitchen island. Bullets dinged off metal and splintered wood. He had to shoot one man who came around the island.

When Chad saw the body drop, blood dripping from a bullet hole in the man’s masked forehead, his stomach knotted.

He watched, rapt, as Uncle Sam and Bastian killed eleven other men.


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Poem: Wrapped Poetry – “Submersion.”


 

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Eyes beguile with intent to overcome,

Rejections of suggestions some,

Made to scintillate and overpower,

All the reasons you perceived sour,

It feels amazing, transforming, intense to be,

Intent to luxuriate, obscure — I can see, 

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Recount the ways you have immersed us,

In this reclusive place, superfleous —

Time indeed, will banish the scarcity,

Smile, with laughter and hilarity,

Alluring colours scrutinized here laid bare,

You will canvasse the world consumed and make repair.

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Dear one, enraptured night enthrals, 

With daring resource, catch my falls,

Intoxicated, I’m inclined,

Enamoured, focus designed.

To be tender, in your clasp, transported, see clear.

Eyes beguile with sanctity in submersion, love sears.

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