Like Mist at Dawn

It’s been a long two weeks some six hours away.

Procrastination pushed the schedule from the subtle spring past the fire months to the first freeze. She was there when I arrived, bright and cheery, looking youthful for the moment. Hers was a life of complex service like what an angel might do lifting the burdens from humanity to release their spirits. She was a philanthropist and humanitarian with a deep spiritual essence that people gravitated toward, sensing something special that exuded her. It wasn’t until adulthood that she realized its power. People wanted it and all the poster-child promises were pushed like pop-ups from some otherworld where only ideas drift in wonder never coming to fruition. The marketing was a lie. It was unattainable. Eventually, she too grew tired of the facade and left for an underground sanctuary to retire in a quiet place. Her absence made her into a legend eventually lost to nature’s whispers. 

I drove to the place where she had last been seen. A place marked by an event that left half a city block melted and charred from intense heat. There was no correlation to her but for my own observation; the intuition that drew me. Naturally, talking heads spoke of an asteroidal event, and several blocks were quarantined.  But when she appeared to me, I knew the connection was real. 



Published by darren thompson

hello invisible people, I have lived well and continue to live well enough. I hope the same for you. Writing during a pandemic with catastrophic wildfires, hurricanes, economic collapse, political strife, and toxic air means one tends to be pretty sedentary. I am reminded of our last trip to Cartagena, Colombia and the gang of sloths hanging out in the trees. Funny, I don't think sloths are ever behind schedule though. The book, FALLEN, is near completion. I know I've said this before, but I am definitely in the final lap with it. Though, I have not settled on the publishing or marketing of it, yet. I am not even sure how I will use this website. Admittedly, I've been writing on this bit for the better part of ten years. My mind has been wrapped around some weird urban sci-fi-fantasy junk. Feels like a twisted premonition of what is happening today. On another creative front, I am setting up a new website called: which I am kind of excited about. These are writings and ramblings and musings of life when I am out of the flow with writer's block. There projects within projects there. Oh, I live in the Columbia River Gorge of the PACIFIC NORTHWEST. My characters are way more interesting. thanks.

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