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Flash - The Gift of Life


Ron Blanco

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Also on the October theme of 'crash':

 

The Gift of Life

Man: “Dear God, take me, but save my grandson. You took his parents, and with them his voice. Please spare him now. As we hurtle towards the sea, my senses savour the squeeze of his tiny hand. The panicking passengers are blurred, their screams muffled. Never again will I run my unsteady fingers through the boy’s soft, golden hair. Neither will I behold his innocent face light up, as we touch down in Lapland. A dream never to become a memory. His squeeze is met with a grip that merely crushes. His eyes seek reassurance but I cannot give it. My eyes return only love. My beautiful little boy, I love you very... But wait, what is this? The engines! The engines are firing up. The plane is rising. We’re saved! Thank you God.”

God: “Don’t mention it. Enjoy your trip.”

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