Jewels Whispered From the Heart
Ryan T. Shaw
The effects that the light of one life has on the shadows of others lives.
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Milo had a problem, a brake failure on his bike, the Tarkio Bridge was out, and he now found himself two-thousand feet from the ground with nothing but a full suspension mountain bike and a rain poncho.
These facts were just minor details. Proof of his real problem, the dragon that stalked him was closing in. This merciless killer wanted him dead and it looked as if the dragon would finally win.
But for some reason, God has other plans for Milo.
Christine couldn't believe her eyes when he went off the bridge. Fear gripped her and taught her a priceless lesson, one she'd never forget.
While Milo plummeted toward the ground, he heard the flapping of massive scaly wings, and a roar from a vile creature as it dove at him. At least Christine was safe; the dragon wasn't interested in her.
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After its ninety day slumber, the beast would start its hunt for Milo and it cared nothing for the wellbeing of anyone caught between them. It had been like this so many times that for everyone’s safety, Milo had to move on before someone got hurt. It’s strange how a life is paraded in front of one’s eyes at a time like this. His, as of late was a jumble of strange things. But now it made perfect sense, he could clearly see the dragons work at each turn of events. They all boiled down to decisions, some good, and some bad. But one decision leads to another, two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left! He thought, and how he wished he could’ve made that last left! Thinking of all of the people he’d met lately, I wonder what they’re doing now? He thought. Jade, Alexandra, Nicole, Lydia, would they even notice him gone? Would they care? Christine would know, but care? Doubtful. It was her fault he was in this predicament.
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The beginning of the story:
“ComeDaki five-three, taxi to runway two-five and hold short for inbound.”
“Rodger Ground Control, ComeDaki five-three holding short at runway two-five.”
“ComeDaki five-three, info Lima is now in effect at twenty-two hundred Zulu, winds two-seven-zero at five, gusting to ten, altimeter two-nine point eight-three, sky’s broken at five-thousand, scattered at eight-thousand, temperature seventy-five, barometric pressure two-three point seven and rising, dew point sixty-three. Switch guidance to internal.”
“Copy that Ground Control, guidance switched internal, ready for ignition.”
“ComeDaki five-three, you’re ‘GO’ for ignition in five… four… three... two…”
“Ground Control, ComeDaki five-three, we have ignition… The clock is ticking… Throttling up to one-hundred percent.”
“ComeDaki five-three, you’re ‘GO’ for lift off.”
“Ground control, we have lift off, pitch and roll programmed… we’ve cleared the tower.”
“ComeDaki five-three! ComeDaki five-three! Insufficient power! Throttle up to one-hundred-ten percent!”
“Ground control… thruster’s… not responding… insufficient boost… guidance offline… trajectory objective… negative!”
“ComeDaki five-three! Abort! Repeat! Abort!”
“I’m past rotation Ground Control! I’m committed! I’ll have to ride this one out and hope for the best!”
The sound of Christine’s roaring motorcycle engine and screaming tires met his ears. But he couldn't take the time to look over his shoulder. For him this ridiculous road race had just turned ballistic, and his short flight was now a fight for his life. Two thousand feet to go. His speed was increasing and at one-hundred-fifty miles per hour, terminal velocity, it would be over in an instant. He needed to concentrate hard and maybe, just maybe, God willing he might by some miracle survive.
The strange thoughts of a new kind of experimental aircraft preparing for lift off scampered through his mind. They made him laugh, if only for only a millisecond.
“Abort!” said ground control. Right! As if he could. Isn't it interesting the things that go through your mind when you realize you just did something really stupid? The brakes on his bicycle had failed long before he came to the bridge. Gravity had its ruthless grasp on him, and was in control prior to this. He’d hoped for some other solution but the bridge being out was a complete, all be it “unpleasant,” surprise.
It’s strange how a life is paraded in front of one’s eyes at a time like this. His as of late was a jumble of strange things. But now it made perfect sense, he could clearly see the dragons work at each turn of events. They all boiled down to decisions, some good, and some bad. But one decision leads to another, two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left! He thought, and how he wished he could’ve made that last left!
Thinking of all of the people he’d met lately, I wonder what they’re doing now? He thought. Jade, Alexandra, Nicole, Lydia, would they even notice him gone? Would they care? Christine would know, but care? Doubtful. It was her fault he was in this predicament.
If she hadn't taunted him, he never would’ve made this stupid bet in the first place. Well, in reality he was just as much to blame as her. He could’ve just walked away, but no, he had to prove it to her. Her and that blaster motorcycle!
Had his brakes not failed he still could have beat her, or at least spend the next three years paying off the bet. Her slave doing what ever “legal” crappie job she found in her devious mind for him to do. Cleaning the kitchen with a tooth brush sounded like loads of fun compared to this.