Author Mike OConnor: Silence

Author Mike OConnor: Silence:      “Silence” she shouted at thin air as she began to dance without a partner or for that matter, music. Round and round she went slidin...

Silence

     “Silence” she shouted at thin air as she began to dance without a partner or for that matter, music. Round and round she went sliding her bare feet across the frozen ground of February, yet she showed no sign of feeling anything but the song in her head that moved her feet. I took my coat off and wrapped it around her as she now stood frozen in another personal moment only she could feel. “It’s ok now “I assured her as we began the walk back to the house on the same worn path I use to take as a child on my way to make believe and fantasy.

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Author Mike OConnor: Spirit flight

Author Mike OConnor: Spirit flight:       They come to me in my sleep, these spirits of my past. Like home invaders they stop in un announced ready to take me places I may or...

Spirit flight

     They come to me in my sleep, these spirits of my past. Like home invaders they stop in un announced ready to take me places I may or may not want to see. At times they are playful as I hold onto one who laughs as she drops me only to be caught before hitting the ground by another laughing just as hard. At times two will take hold of me soaring at great heights and speeds darting between buildings and mountains so quickly I am forced to close my eyes in fear of a not so pretty landing. We dart between memories, me trying to say hello to friends and family that have been gone for so long now, but they maintain their crazy flying habits only allowing me very brief moments of joy. Sometimes we are so high above the earth everything appears as if being seen by a hawk, circling caught up in a thermal. The movements below are so small I can’t see a thing and that’s usually when they start laughing again and drop me to their sick delight. Down and down I plummet towards certain death screaming to deaf ears. Then like a cartoon character I stop inches from the ground and hover for a second before gently touching down. This continues throughout the night even though I beg for it to stop. I guess I just drew the short straw this time and got a couple of real smart-ass spirits.

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Author Mike OConnor: Escape

Author Mike OConnor: Escape:       Her mind shut down they said ]   . Somewhere along the way she gave in to the demon's  demands.She was always kind to me as I ...

Escape

     Her mind shut down they said] . Somewhere along the way she gave in to the demon's  demands.She was always kind to me as I remember, and to see her like that so alone and someplace only she could visit, was beyond sad. I tried a few times to reach her, sitting beside her whispering things I remembered from my youth. I hoped maybe, just maybe she would give me a little sign that she heard me, but she never did. Where did she go? Is she alone?, Can she see me? Does she want to come back or is she happy where she is? I think all of us find an escape at times, but they are conscious escapes, was hers? I wonder if she asked God to shut things off, that she had enough of the curveballs being thrown at her? Were her prayers answered? I make sure she is cared for, comfortable and my visits are spent whispering to her, so I don't wake the demons she escaped from. 

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Author Mike OConnor: Vivid memories

Author Mike OConnor: Vivid memories:        It doesn’t matter how old you become, the closeness   of a parent and a child is an eternal bond of everlasting love. I have be...