FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2022: WEEK #01

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Posted on December 27, 2021 by rogershipp

Mother

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

She told us, she warned us repeatedly through story, through song and finally, she showed us. Even with the showing, we did not listen. Even when chaos reigned down on us from above, when fiery rockets of molten lava spewed from below, when oceans rose and deserts disappeared; still we did not listen. We forced her hand and being who she is, she could not, would not back down.

We became the enemy. We became the infestation. We who had been given this paradise of greenery, of sustenance, of life; repeated our own history without garnering one single learned moment from the eons and eons of quiet pleas, the unheard cries, the high decibel screams she issued. The animals could hear, the flowers and the plants could hear, the mountains, the seas, the deserts and the trees could hear. But we could not hear. We did not hear. We would not hear. Some did. Some heard and tried to rally around the trees, the oceans, the deserts and the flowers; but they weren’t enough or they too, were too late.