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Biology 202

Good lord what a week. It is all from work and the stress that  comes from rolling out a big project. things are still a little rocky in spots but for the most part it is past the turbulence.

I can’t wait to take a break though. I need to sleep for a day or two and then most will be right with the world. Maybe then I can get back to work on writing more than a couple of hundred words a week.

L. E. White

Biology 202

Biology 202

Josh sat with his back against the side of the house. He was wedged between the wall and the hedge, doing his best to breathe quietly enough that his grandfather wouldn’t hear him.

His Grandfather stood on the sidewalk, smoking a cigar and staring at the night sky. Josh had almost bungled the whole night when he climbed down the trellis. He had only made it to the ground a second before the door had opened. He couldn’t get to his bike without being seen so for now, he had to be quiet and wait.

He watched as the tip of the cigar flared bright orange before a jet of smoke sprayed out. It reminded Josh of a dragon, and it didn’t take much for him to imagine the old man’s voice coming out of a giant lizard. Smoke would billow out with each word and flames would have erupted in time with his anger.

Josh bit his lip to keep from chuckling when he imagined his grandfather singing his little brother’s hair during a lecture. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out in time with the next plume of smoke.

A few minutes later, he watched the cigar get snuffed out against the heel of his grandfather’s shoe. The remaining half was tucked back into a small, leather wallet which disappeared into some inner pocket of an old suit jacket.

“Tonight is a wonderful night.” Josh’s eyes widened, terrified at having been discovered out of bed. The old man didn’t turn around to look at the hedge. He didn’t even lower his eyes from the stars. “It would be a good night to fly. To catch the wind and ride it through dreams.”

Josh held his breath as the old man turned and looked back at the house before returning his eyes to the moon. “That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange eons even death may die. As dreamless sleepers slumber on until the faithful sing the song.”

Josh had never heard his grandfather say anything about poetry before. He looked down at his shoes, trying to make sense of the strange phrase. After a moment, he looked back up.

The sidewalk was empty.

Josh straightened up a little, peeking around and trying to see if the old man was just inside the house, but he didn’t see anything.

“He must have went in,” Josh mumbled as he did his best to quietly extract himself from behind the hedge.

A smile crossed his face as he walked his bike out to the street. Helen would be waiting for him. Tonight was going to be fantastic.


Categories: Flash Fiction, serial
  1. May 9, 2014 at 5:19 PM

    I thinking the grandfather knew he was there.

    • May 10, 2014 at 12:43 AM


      What I am wondering, since this isn’t outlined or anything, is how the old man disappeared.

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