The Dawning

The Dawning

I was there. I saw it happen. I shouldn’t have been there. I was supposed to stay inside. It was early in the morning the sun was just rising. I just needed to getaway. The torment of living in a crowded room filled with people that couldn’t care less. The yelling, the arguing, the lies. It was too much. So I left. 

The air was filled with smog. It was hard to breathe. I kept low to the ground to take in as much available, breathable air as I could, so I could move forward. And move forward I did. I inched my way to a slight depression in the ground. At the bottom, there was one spot where the air was pure. Where was this air coming from? As the sun rose higher, some of the smog lifted and was burned away and that is where I found her.  She was sleeping, peacefully. Silky black hair covered her face. She was beautiful. And she was different. Her skin glistened in the morning dew, not dark and muddy as everything else but crystal clear. 

She opened her eyes and sat up. She looked at me and uttered some words. It was not in any language I knew. She pointed at where I had come from. As she raised her hand, I could not only see the battered dwelling I had just escaped from, but I could hear all of the noise within. The claims and counterclaims, the misstatements, the threats, all too familiar. All I could do was to hold my ears and pray for deliverance from all the evil intent within. 

And then it happened. There was a flash. I’m not sure if it came from the woman or from the sky above. It was bright and strong and as my eyes began to refocus, all was different. The dwelling was gone, there were no sounds other than some strange chirps and purring sounds. And most of all there was no smog. The air was clear and she was gone. 

In the distance, I could see others like me.  There were adults and children. People I didn’t know; all looking as bewildered as me. 

It was the dawning of a new age. A new age where we learned to work together, resolve our differences and build a better now. I shouldn’t have been there, but I’m glad I was.

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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